Caleb bounded down the hallway, giggling as his ball rolled to the top of the staircase. It teetered for a moment, then slipped over the edge and bounced away. The boy charged after the stray toy and scooped it up, narrowly avoiding a collision with the wall and another orphan boy.

Chapter 2

"The Tree House Tribe will come to order!" I watched as the chatter and laughter died down and about 30 heads turned my way. I am the President of the Tree House Tribe. I am just about 14 I think; at least, I'm old enough to be leader.