Love Like You

🌼Saturday🌼

It was Saturday. Meaning no alarm clock, no teachers, and waking up late. Ah, the blissful feeling of waking up in your own bed is just too joyful to give up. The girl mumbles a few words that probably weren't even words and yawns. It was a good 5 seconds before she forced her eyes open, letting them focus before pushing herself up with her upper body. Blanky staring at the purple coated wall she groans before rolling out of the bed with a thud.

Her grandmother heard the thud from the kitchen and began to plate some food from her. Just every Saturday morning.

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She looks up to see her granddaughter slower then a turtle walking down the hall. The girl gives her granny a half hearted good morning and hug before taking her toast to the table. Yup. Normal Saturday morning.

After turning off the stove and pouring herself some tea she joins her at the table. It was a silent conversation for the two of them, cartoons playing in the background.

"Mavis I'll be heading out of state for the week. Remember to lock the door and call me if there is any problem ok?" She sips her tea gently watching Mavis nod her head with a small ok. She sighs. She wonders why she loved watching that old cartoon so much.

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Later on that day Mavis took a shower and prepared in search of the mysterious address. Her grandmother already left for the airport which meant she had to take the bus.

"Let's see..." She placed 3 bottles of water, some chips, sandwiches, sanitizer, her cell phone and a portable charger. She also tossed in a small notebook and pen for no reason. Next she found a blue and white striped shirt along with navy blue overalls. Placing coconut conditioner in her afro she placed on her glasses and tossed lotion in her bag as well. She made sure to recheck everything before looking at the piece of paper one last time. Then she left, grabbing the keys and locking the door.

On the bus she had her hands folded in her lap, having small talk with a little kid that seems nice enough. On the walk up the hill she asks for direction and thanked the couple who warned her.

"The place is abandoned, and there is a ghost. Be careful!"

She couldn't help but smile a bit at that, abandoned maybe but ghost are not real. Reaching up the hill she pants a bit till her eyes found the old studio. She checks the address and it was right. Walking forward with slight eagerness she slowly opens the door which creaks. The smell of ink was so strong she coughs trying to get use to it. Walking in the door closes behind her.