"Jane?" A faint voice calls out. I click off the TV. "Yes, Nana?" I call out as I stand up.
"Take out the trash." A stern voice replaces her regular voice. I sigh. "Okay, Nana." I start to quickly walk towards the kitchen as my nana watches my every move.
Nana can be stern.
I look back behind my shoulder. My grandmother is wearing a very light pink nightgown with matching, fuzzy slippers.
I take the trash out of the trash bin and walk towards the back door. The door squeaks when I pull it open, and then slams shut when I walk out. It is a cheap, old door.
The garbage truck pulls up as I put the trash bag into the bin.
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Short StoryJane Wishow lives a boring life, in a boring house, in a boring town. Her mother and father died in a car crash five years ago. She lives with her grandmother in her boring house.
