Alice smiled. She hadn't come for so long, but it always felt like going home. "Grandma." She walked into the house as Grandma closed the door. The house was just as Alice remembered it. The furniture was neat and tidy and the sunlight leaked through the lavender curtains. On the smooth wooden floor, beside the fire place, there was a snowy white rug. She settled down comfortably on grandma's soft fury material. She always sat there. Grandma followed and sat in the rocking chair beside the rug. Alice didn't hesitate when breaking the comfortable silence. "Grandma," the old woman looked up, waiting. "You said you knew I would come," Alice continued. The old lady smiled again, closing her eyes,"Alex came." Alice raised her eyebrows. "And?" Grandma opened her eyes, fixing them on Alice's face. "Alice, your smart." Alice smiled childishly. "Grandma! Your smart too!" The old woman smiled back. "Alex is a simple boy, too easy to read," grandma mummured. At the mention of Alex's name, grandma seemed to become sad. Alice on the other hand, became panicked. "About Alex, did you..let him?" Grandma didn't smile this time. "Alice, Alex isn't a kid anymore." Alice was speechless. She felt betrayed, angry. She was so sure grandma would be on her side. At the same time, she understood, but she still had to try. "Grandma! Alex can't be a hunter! The fore-,"she stopped as grandma turned to look at her.
"Do you think Alex is weak?"
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Red Riding Hood
FantasyAlice Roth had a life many envy. A happy family, rich relatives, a pretty face but she'd always felt she was missing something. Something important.
