Oh No. A girl was standing at the door, and she rang the bell. "Annie, open the door deary," mom said. "Ok," I replied warily. I ran downstairs with my Brown hair falling to my shoulders. I grabbed the doorknob. Carefully, I opened the door. The person whom I had believed was a witch had arrived.
Her Dark curls sprang from her. Her eyes as brown as chocolate. Even her blue ocean dress was good on her. It was Grace Miller.
"Hi," I said cautiously. "Hello!," she said happily. " I'm looking for my Jack-y pooh!" I rolled my eyes. Jack has a visitor, but a girl one. "Jack! Someone is here to see you!" I yelled.
He stumbled down the stairs, almost tripping. His face suddenly became awestruck at the sight of Grace. I think he likes her... Jack was wearing his nice clothes, which meant he was going out to a restaurant or somewhere fancy.
Grace then said," Come on Jack! We gotta go!" He ran to her side, and started walking out of the house. " Have a good day Jack-y pooh!" I hummed to him. He then glared at me as if saying 'never call me that name.'
YOU ARE READING
The Golden Lake Witch
FantasíaThings can be lies, while others are true. Annie believes Grace Miller is a witch. Enemies will become friends, Trust will be broken, and Nothing will be the same. Follow Annie, and live life.
