"Aunt Carol, what would you like me to do next?" I asked. I was covered in dirt from the gardening and dust from cleaning the house. "Go clean the toilet!" She shouted back. She was a very large woman, red hair and mean little green eyes. "It isn't right, you know. You get to be the titular head of the house and force me to do anything you want me to." I told her
"Boy your age shouldn't be using the word 'TITular' and I don't care what you have to say." Aunt Carol replied with a giggle "If you despise me so much why can't it just leave?!" I raised my voice, approaching her sitting on the sofa. She rides up and slapped me across the face. I fell to the floor and placed my right hand on my now bleeding cheek. Aunt Carol didn't care, she plopped back on the couch and said "Now go do your work!"
A few days later...
I woke up late one morning without Great Aunt Carol telling me to get up, it was strange. Was something going on? I went into her room and she was still asleep. "Aunt Carol wake up!" I said, shaking her. "Aunt Carol!!" I shouted. I pulled in her plump arm and checked for a pulse. Nothing. She died of old age in her sleep. I panicked, it was one of the scariest moments of my entire life, I began hyperventilating and backed away from the corpse. I tripped over a fallen broom and hit my head on the hard wood floor. That's when I blacked out.
A few hours later I woke up, and my head was quite sore I thought as I rubbed it. I looked out the window, it would be dusk soon, I lit the fire in the fireplace so it wouldn't be so cold in the house. If was going to keep it ablaze for a long time I would need lots and lots of firewood. So I grabbed the axe and my golden watch, where I never knew came from, and headed out.
I had to hurry if I wanted to return before dark so I went to the wood and got large branches and chopped them into smaller pieces. I smiled as I carried them back but when I returned to the field in which the house was located, I couldn't see it. Where did it go? I wondered. As I got closer to where it was, I dropped the wood. The house burned clean to the ground, with tears in my eyes, I ran.
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The Son Of Alice || A Once Upon A Time Story
Fanfiction"Ut Nos Obviam Iterum." Alexander Lucas Kingsleigh, Born April 17, 2003 in Wonderland. This tells the story of how a little boy lives for 13 years alone. He's smart, brave, curious and kind (and funny sometimes). He excels in potions and unknowingl...
