10 years old
“Violet. Honey come inside” My grandmother yelled out the window.
“But Granny it’s about to snow!” I pouted. “Please”
I batted my eyelashes.
I’m pretty sure my grandmother thought I was imagining things because she final gave in.
Not even minutes late a snowflake land on my nose.
I giggled to myself thinking this is the best feeling in the world. happiness was all I felt.
The next day Granny woke me up saying to get ready. We had guest coming over.
I changed out of my pajamas and into a Pink skirt and white polo.
I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. I always loved the kitchen especially when granny baked her famous triple dog dare cookies.
She would put them in one of her many cookie jars.
I would have to guess which cookie jar it was in.
I walked over to her red cookie jar,
but I couldn’t reach it so i climbed on the counter and opened the lid.
Inside laid the cookies. I licked my lips and took on of the cookies.
“Violet you better not be eating those cookies.” Granny said as she walked into the kitchen.
Behind granny stood a tall man with brown hair. “Oppies. I’m sorry. It was calling me. saying eat me.” I pouted.
The man behind granny started laughing. “Charlie stop laughing” granny yelled at the man.
“why? she reminds me you When we were younger.” the guys charlie retorted.
“You’re charlie? Granny I thought you said charlie was a old ugly troll.” I asked confused.
Charlie turned to Granny and flashed a smile.
“Violet why don’t you go outside. Charlie brought over his nephew and his friends.”
Granny said as her eyes flashed with anger “Granny. Are you mad at me? I’m sorry.” I said in a small voice as my eyes water.
I ran out of the kitchen.
“Vivi!” granny yelled out my name, but I kept running.
I finally stopped running when i reached my tree house.
I always went there when I was sad or mad. My father built it when I was a baby.
He said the only people who know about it was my mom and him.
We would so much fun up there. I climbed tree and opened the latch that opened the tree house door.
Tears streamed down my face as I crawled inside. I grabbed the blanket i kept up there and went to sleep.

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Beyond Hope
Teen FictionMy name is Violet Lyrics Piper Davidson, but my friends call me Half-Pipe or Violent or Vivi. There are many reasons why they call me these names, first of all I'm not very tall compared to my friends, 5'3 to be exact. Another reason is because I'm...