I opened the door, and it squeaked like all the other doors in the house, it was like I had gone back in time. There was an old-timey bed, with curtains that hung around it and an old rickety desk in front of a window- the only in my room. There was a chest of drawers in a corner that I think was originally stained dark, but it has faded.
I dropped my bags off next to my bed, I went to go open the widow but it wouldn't budge, I looked for a lock- but there wasn't one.
"Curious," I whispered to myself.
"What's curious?" Mr. Renalds was now standing by the door.
"The window won't open," I said a little nervously.
"That hasn't opened for centuries," he said calmly, and walked away.
How did he get there? I didn't even hear him!
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A Trail Away
FantasyJessy is a fifteen year old orphan- without much of a chance at a new home, right? No. A man that is certainly mysterious picks her up from the orphanage to take her to his home- and Jessy is thrilled to be finally taken to a sweet home. Although...
