I jolted violently in the back seat of our old, filthy land rover as we zig-zagged through the shaded forest. Of course, I was used to this by now as I'd made this journey everyday since I was about 5 and a half.
I like our little cottage at the end of the forest; it's different. It's what makes me unique. It's the thing I'm represented as. I bet they talk about me like this: 'Hey, you know Rebecca? Yea she's the one that lives in that cool cottage thing at the end of that haunted forest that everyone goes on about'. I don't mind a bit. I'm Rebecca by the way. Becky to close friends.
I unbuckled my thin, stained seat belt as the land rover came to a halt. A very slow halt. The breaks were a bit faulty on my dads land rover. He had to put his foot on the break about 300 yards away from our driveway to avoid causing a major collision with the bumper and the kitchen window of our cottage.
I pulled on the loose door handle and the land rover door shifted open stiffly. Opening the mud stained land rover door was like lifting an elephant compared to opening the doors in our cottage. You'd be surprised at how clean and spacious our little cottage is compared to our mess of a car. It was completely immaculate. The paint on the walls were neat and precise, the ceiling was completely spider-less, cobweb-less and damp-less. Every room in the cottage was hoovered at least twice a day and I swear Gran tidied my room every day whilst I was at school because I'd come home and all of the dirty laundry, the loose pieces of homework, empty packets of gum were all gone.
It wasn't like this before Gran was here. I think it's just that Dad's always so busy with work and stuff. Gran doesn't have a job so the only things she can do is knit, cook and tidy I suppose.
Gran got kicked out of her flat a year or two ago. She's never said much about it, just that she got a call one day saying that there was a homeless couple that were in great need of a home so basically they just told her to pack her things and leave ASAP. So she came to live with us.
It was only supposed to be temporary at first but I can't imagine living without Gran any more. She's the one that makes this cottage exraordinary.
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