A forest of fatemature

Malcolm was at home after a horrible day at school. He couldn't believe he had gotten a D- on his essay and had lost his lunch money all in one day. Worst yet was the fact that his parents were fighting again. he sighed, thinking again for the third time that day how easy things were for his best friend, Wayne. Wayne had parents who never fought and was good at school. "Malcolm. In bed. Now," his dad commanded,his normally handsome face looking harried. "But Dad, I'm 15. And it's only seven," he reconized the beginning of a familiar argument. He decided to go to bed without a fight because his dad wanted him in bed because he thought that if he was in bed then their arguments wouldn't be heard by him. So he shut himself in his bedroom and gazed out the window at the pond and the weeping willow which sparkled in the moonlight. He stayed up till midnight reading and then shut his book and gazed out the window. A moonbeam hit the water of the pond and made it silver. Looking up Malcolm relized that the moon was full and the sky clear and sparkling with stars. He looked back at the pond and saw that it was awash in a rainbow of colours. Malcolms bedroom was on the second floor but there was a rose trelis below his window. So he slid out his window and climbed down it. Lush sweet smelling blooms tickled his nose and wiped dew on his face. Thorns dug deep into his exposed hands and sratched his face. When he reached the ground he crossed the wet grass and headed towards the pond which was still covered in rainbows and paused at the edge. The pond was circled in round gray stones the size of his fist. Several weeping willow branches were trailing on the pond. A couple flower petals and a leaf drifted on it as well. But when he gazed into the pond, instead of his reflection he saw a forest. One of the bushes moved and as Malcolm leaned closer he over blanced and toppeled into the water. He came up spultering and saw that he was in a pond identical to the one in his backyard with an identical willow tree but he was no longer in his backyard. He was in the forest that he had seen in his pond. As he climbed out of the pond, the bush rushled again and a surly little gnome appeared from inside the bush and trundled across the clearing paying no attention to Malcolm. Malcolm shivered in his wet clothes and looked up at the sky. In it blazed two sliver moons and numerous stars in unfamiliar constellations. He sat down with his back against the willow and exhausted from having read till midnight fell asleep.