Author's Note - So this was a writing assignment i had for my ELA class ( English Language Arts) . Anyway i decided to continue on here and the next chapters will be wayyyy better! So Enjoy !!!! Also the song is what i think Rose's grandfather would what Rose to do.
I sat in a chair next to my grandfather hospital bed. My grandfather has cancer. We've been to almost a hundred doctors and they all say the same thing, my grandfather's terminal and he doesn't have much time left. My grandpa just lays downs and stares at the wall. We've ran out of thing to talk about. I suddenly hear his heart monitor start to go slower.
Grandpa!" I cried holding his hands. "Please don't die!" "Rose, please don't be sad." He said in calm voice. " It's my time." "But you can't leave!" I cried. " Not now." " Goodbye Rose." He said as he passed away. " No!" I screamed as nurses ran into the room
My grandpa took care of me after my parents died . We had his memorial yesterday. I'm going to see his lawyer and find out what he left me.
I get to the lawyer's office and walk in. " Hi, you must be Miss.Winters." The lawyer holding her hand out. I shake it not wanting to be rude. " So what did my grandpa leave me?" I asked. " It seems he left you everything." She said looking at my grandfather's will. I dropped my mouth in shock. I thought my grandfather would have gave something to my aunt.
I get home and go to the attic and see everything grandpa left me. I begin looking through boxes to see if grandpa left me anything i could sell. I suddenly find a key and a boxes filled with papers about the key. The papers say the key can turn any door into a portable to anywhere you want. It can't be real! My grandfather was ordinary person. It must be a story he was working on. He was writer and tons of books.
I continued looking through boxes and find more weird stuff like the key. I hear a knock on the front door. I go down stairs and open the door to see a man i don't know standing at my doorstep. " Who are you?." I asked still hold the door. " Never mind that."He said taking of the hat he was wearing. " Are you Rose Winters?
"Yes, I'm Rose."
"Rose i'm here regards to your grandfather recent passing."
"How did you know my grandfather, I asked curiously. He looked a bit to young to be a friend of my grandpa.
" Well it's long story." He said. " May i come in?"
I nodded and let him in. "So can you tell me the story?"
"Well do you know where grandfather worked?" He asked like he knows more than i do.
" Yes, he was a professor and he wrote books in his free time."
" Well.... you see your grandfather is collector of sorts." He said trying to get the words out.
"I don't know what you mean." I said confused
He huffed. " This is hard to explain, but your grandfather collected magical items." He said.
I just stare at him and then asked him if he was insane." I'm not insane, i'm telling the truth." he said.
" I don't even know your name!" I exclaimed.
"It's Niklaus."
"Okay Niklaus tell me why you're really here?" I demanded
" Um... your grandfather left you everything, right?"
" He did. Why do you want to know?"
" Can i see one of the items he left you." He asked.
" Sure, i'll be back in a bit." I said.
I don't why he wants to see an item my grandfather left me. But i didn't really care. I grab the key i saw earlier. I wonder what it's for.
"Here." I said giving the key to Niklaus.
" Where do you want to go." He asked
"What?" I asked confused.
" All right i'll ask you again." He said annoyed. " Where do you want to go."
" Um Tokyo." I answered.
" Awesome!" He exclaimed. "We have a branch there"
He walks to the front door and puts the key it the look, then he opens the door to reveal the busy streets of Tokyo.
" So do you want to be a collector like your grandfather." He asked holding his hand out for me to take. I nod my head and take his hand.
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The Collectors
FantasyRose Winters grandpa collected magical ideas. He dies and leaves Rose everything. *Author's Note- The description keeps getting deleted. So its really bad at the moment. The story is way better than the description.