I sat at my desk like any other normal day after school doing my homework that I despise doing. I had Pandora on in the background listening to three days grace and well a lot of other bands. I just recently got gauges and my ears were hurting like crazy.
"Winter come downstairs and set the table!" Said my grandmother from the bottom of the stairs.
"Ughhhh" I said to my self
" Winter!"
" alright I heard you the first time" I yelled back to her. She is so freaken annoying God.
I did my usual routine at setting the table to eat, plates, forks on the right, spoon and knifes on the left. Then The glasses. My grandma has alway been the classy kind and religious, where as I not so much, I go to church on Sunday's with my grandmother even though I don't always I joy it. I do believe in God and Jesus I just have my suspicions.
As we sat down to eat dinner, which was macaroni and cheese casserole with carrots. I loved the way my mom prepared the casserole but this time my grandmother made it, so I'm not so sure it will be the best.
"What do you think?" My grandmother asked my grandfather and I.
"It's different" I said picking out the burnt noodles. I never like my grandmothers cooking but I wasn't rude about it. I missed my moms cooking more than anything. After I finished dinner and tried avoiding as much eye contact that would able my grandparents to start a conversation I took my plate over to the sink and washed it off.
"Winter, I think we need to have a talk." I heard my grandmother say. I waltz as slow as I could into the dinning room once more and took a seat across from her and kept my head turned to the side refusing to even glimpse at her.
"What?" I asked to get this over with and to break the awkwardness that was taking place with my grandma just randomly starring as if she really needed to think about what she had to make my day even more miserable. Because that's just my grandma. Not a very lovely person to have a conversation with it share opinions with because no matter if your right and she's wrong, your wrong and she's right, always
"Is everything okay?" She asked folding her hands as if she where interrogating me. "You just seem.. down." She finished off.
I took me a minute to think of away of answering without snapping at her and getting mad at me. I let out a sharp sigh to let out the anger before answering. I smiled a little fake smile.
"Everything is great, grandma. Never better." I lied through my teeth. But the truth is it really isn't.
She smiled and reached for my hand.
"Good. Glad to hear." She rubbed my hand and scooted out her chair. I did the same and ran up the stairs to my room and shut the door behind me.
Authors note:
Hey guys this is my first story and my first chapter. I know it's kind of crappy but I assure you I will get better, just need to keep reading :) thanks for giving this a look read more to find out more of winters story.
I'll try t update when ever I can.
