Wolf Bite; the Green Guardian (Rewriting)

ch. 17 Code Cloudy Wolf

Chapter 17

"No, it's a cabin, not a tree Katniss," Bella scoffed.

Anjela could already picture she was rolling her eyes. "I meant the tree house," she told her.

"Well there is no tree house. Just an old cabin," she replied curtly over the line, sounding agitated.

Anjela raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with you?" she asked.

"My sister won't be able to come this month. Our dad has a business trip and he's bringing her along so they can spend quality time together," Bella snarled.

"Ouch,"

"Not helping,"

"Sorry,"

As Bella began to speak, her voice crackled, making it hard to understand her. "I think I'm about out of reach from the cell tower," Anjela informed her.

"Okay, talk t- you la-er,"

After she hung up, Anjela looked around for the cabin, her mother trailing behind with the luggage. They were in the forest, pine trees touching the sky with rocks beneath their feet. Frogs could be seen hopping about on the forest floor, while very few squirrels darting up the dark spruce trees. The sun was beginning to set, the air getting colder and colder.

"There it is," her mother breathed as she pointed towards a cabin with frosted windows and moss slightly covering the roof.

There was also an outhouse close by, the wood looked like it was rotting. They both went inside the cabin and looked around to see there was only one bedroom, a small kitchen, and a living room with only a sofa and fireplace. The kitchen had the most basic of stoves and the sink was small like a bathroom sink, the drain with specks of rust.

"Hey, look!" her mother chanted as she walked over to a washboard with a bucket of water, "Your grandmother washed clothes this way," she informed her.

"But didn't she grow up in the sixties?" Anjela asked, raising an eyebrow.

Her mother nodded. "Now how many times do I have to tell you? She liked living old fashioned,"

Right. How could she have forgotten? Her mother explained to her many times that her grandmother refused to accept or buy new technology that could have made her life easier. Like the washing machine. She had constantly rejected, even though her face had shone with regret as she gotten older. Anjela remembered the painful memory when her grandmother died with breast cancer at her old fashioned house. Anjela was only nine.

"I know, it's just hard to believe she loved living in the eighteen hundreds," she sighed, looking around for a place to put her bags.

"I'm taking the bedroom," her mother informed her picking up her stuff.

"Yeah, but where am I supposed to sleep? Outside?" she sarcastically remarked.

"Well, I was going to suggest the couch, but if you insist," she chuckled.

Anjela rolled her eyes. "I was being sarcastic, but I think the couch would sound more comfy than the harsh cold,"

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The sun was starting to rise above the forest, cold and damp. Birds chirped in the distance as Anjela and her mother sat on the porch, enjoying the morning air.

"What's for breakfast?" her mother yawned while sipping on a cup of coffee.

"What do we have?"

"Didn't you bring the food?"