The Typewriter

Chapter One

     Annalee walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, following the luscious smell of waffles in the morning. "Hey mom.. What's the occasion?" Annalee asked her mother Violet.

     "Oh nothing Anna. Why would you think there was anything special. Does there need to be something special for me to make you a treat?"
      "Well I guess not... But you normally have a reason when you make something. For example, when you are angry you make brownies. When you are confused you make a grilled cheese sandwich. And when you are upset, or there is a special occasion you make me waffles." Annalee replied as she plopped herself into the chair closest to the kitchen.
      "Oh right.... Well now that you mention it there is something that has happened recently" Violet told Annalee. "But it really isn't anything to worry about. We can just talk a-about it later." Violet was so nervous she began to stutter.

     "Mom, are you okay? You seem really nervous. Did I say something that made you uncomfortable?

     "No, honey of course not. Why would you say s-something like t-that?

     "Maybe, because you are stuttering like you saw a g-ghost." Annalee said while copying her mothers nervous stuttering jokingly.

     "Hey!! Stop that!" My mother said, while she playfully hit my shoulder. "That's not very funny." I laughed at her. "You are terrible." She went back to her 'perfect mom' character.  "What would you like on your waffles. Chocolate chips, raspberries, strawberries, chocolate syrup, normal syrup? You name it, you get it."

     "Mom, your scaring me. Are you sure nothings wrong.... Your just acting really strange. If there is something that you are nervous, you should always tell me. I will always be here for you."

     "Oh, honey I know that. Don't you worry about a thing." She looks into my eyes and almost makes it seem as though she's telling the truth. ALMOST.

     "Oookk. Well, I'd like to go somewhere civilized, where people act normal. " I grab a small handful of chocolate chips, and am about to leave the kitchen island when my mom stops me, making a remark. 

     "Oh really.. Would you mind telling me where that would be?" She asks while grabbing my wrist.

     "I'm going to grandpas. Beside he always talks to me... unlike some people in this household. See you later.." I say while attempting to pull my hand away from my moms hard grasp. But unlucky for me that does not work.

     "Annalee, I don't think going to your grandfathers home would be very appropriate. I mean you haven't arranged it with him, and you shouldn't just stop by unexpected."

     "Mom, I always go to his house on Saturdays. He always expects me... Are you sure this isn't about anything else?" I eye her suspiciously, as she begins to bite her nails. Something my mother always does when she is nervous, or when she's trying to hide something. "Mom... You are obviously trying to hide something."

     "Well, if you must know, you'd at least sit down." We walked over to the living room and sat down on our couch. "Wow.. OK, how do I put this. So, what I am going to say will be tough, but I need you to listen to them, and know that I will  always be here for you."

     "Mom, just get to the chase." I say getting impatient.

     "Ok, well here goes nothing... Your grandfather is dead.

A/N  Hey.. So I know that this was a short, and slow chapter.. but the next chapter will definitely have more action in it. Thank you guys so much, and please stay tuned for the next chapter. Don't forget to comment and vote. I would love to read what you guys have to say!!