Once upon a day, there was a ... / Write for Ten

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Once upon a day, there was a light wind rustling the trees. It was a cool summer evening, and Micaela and Johnny were outside playing. It had been raining for weeks and weeks, and it had finally stopped. There was a lot of mud and new treasures buried in the mud to be discovered. Micaela ran over to the tall oak tree that had a dirty old tire swing hanging from one of its sturdiest branches. The rope was caked with dirt from many grubby hands grabbing it over the years. Johnny, who was Micaela’s younger brother, was squatting over in the mud, humming to himself as he picked up some worms, and put them in a jar to keep as pets. Micaela didn’t object to this, she remembered the good old days when she found that big snail and did the same thing.
She knew that Johnny’s worms would probably die, but usually, Johnny kept good care of his pets. He put loads of dirt into his little glass jar, then plopped the worms in there, and dumped a few more plastic shovelfuls in there on top of them. Then he screwed a lid on that had little holes delicately punched into the top.
Micaela and Johnny were siblings, but they were the best of friends. Johnny was in 2nd grade, and Micaela was in 6th. Although there was a gigantic age difference between the two, there was just something about them that repelled quarreling.
Micaela didn’t have many friends at school. In fact, she had none. She was a bit of a wall flower at school, who filled up the margins of her notebooks with fantastic drawings of other worlds and other creatures. But no one ever saw these drawings except for Johnny, because no one really took the time to come near her. Johnny though, appreciated these drawings more than anyone else. He would imagine that they were real, and that if they went outside into the mud caked lawn, and out to the big oak tree with the tire swing, then they could climb up the wooden ladder up to their tall club house high up in the trees, and see these brilliant worlds for themselves.