Chapter 21

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 I woke up earlier the next morning, as I decided it would be best if I went to visit Aunt Jenny in the morning, and her house, according to my GPS, would take exactly an hour and eight minutes to get to. After making some of omelette with toast and some coffee for myself (Mum wasn't awake yet) I hurried to get ready. 

Placing on a random khaki coloured tshirt and black jeans, and a long comfy cardigan, I put on a generous amount of mascara and headed outside to my car, once I got a pair of trainers on, and wrote a quick note for Mum, explaining that id be gone out for a whil, although I made sure that I didn't clarify where. I arrived at my destination, at ten-ish, so I went to the nearest cafe that was open, to buy time, since my Aunt could still be asleep.

I stayed there for about half an hour, sipping at some latte and eating a couple of delicious scones I ordered, and scrolling through any social media apps on my phone, as well as playing games on it occasionally. I noticed quite a few of the townspeople that were around, mainly the older adults, kept giving me glances and odd looks, whilst talking amongst themselves; it was aggravating at some points, but they seemed suspicious as well, yet I didn't question anyone in case I just misunderstood they're constant glances.

I returned back to the house of the address, my Aunt's house; there was a small drive way, that lead to the garage on the side of her house, as well as the front porch, which had a table and two chairs placed on one side. It was a two story building, which a cream-white door with a pot of pretty, green fern leaves on either side of it. 

I strided towards the front door, but every step I took, lowered my confidence and Rose my nervousness. Lifting my hand hesitantly, I quickly pressed the doorbell, before I could change my mind. I heard the chimes of the doorbell echo through the door, followed by faint footsteps coming towards the door. 

The door swung open, to reveal a lady, in her late thirtys, wearing pajama bottoms and a top; her light brown hair was put in a low bun, with a few strands loose, and thin-rimmed glasses hung on the lower bridge of her nose. She looked exactly like the 'Jenny' from the pictures I had seen yesterday - just a little older, and with glasses on.

"Yes...how may I help you?" She asked, with a loud, warm but hyper voice. "Well...I-" I didn't know what to say, because I definitely wasn't going to say, 'oh hey, I'm Lexi and your my aunt'. Actually, I was thinking of saying that before...

"Oh, I'm sorry, would you like to come in? Or am I supposed to just let you in? But then again, I don't usually let people into my house, but your a stranger and I don't know you, so do I just make you stand outside? Oh dang it...I already asked if you wanted to come in! Welp, I guess you're allowed to come in then." She rambled all at once, and the stepped to the side and opened the door wider to let me come in. 

She led me inside, to her living room and allowed me to sit on one of the beige coloured sofas, whilst she sat of the one across. She stuck out her hand, for me to shake, "I'm Jenny, Jenny Stone. And you are...?" "Uh, Lexi...Stone." I said, shaking her hand. "Okie dokes, would you like anything to drink? Preferably coffee, tea or mocha, cuz I don't have anything like hot chocolate or milkshake at the moment. Oh, but I have got a load of fruits, if want some homemade smoothie."She said as she got up, and headed towards the kitchen. I laughed, "A mocha's fine, thanks." "Come along then!"

Her kitchen was massive, with a grey and white, marble island in the middle, which had a couple of small cupboard doors under, and four lights above, which hung low. There were a few black swingy chairs placed besides the island, and I sat on one, as I watched Jenny, get out some mugs. The countertops were the same as the island, with the grey and white marble, and the cupboards were all coloured a dark shade of grey, almost black. Near the fridge and freezer, were patio doors that lead to a small garden. It felt homely and comfortable, and I loved it. 

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