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That wasn't so quick was it?
It was just another post I had to give to another house, get it signed and deliver the next parcel. Except this time the house was Grandma’s and in the middle of the woods. Don’t get me wrong, Grandma is a nice person of course... but it beats me why she chose to live so far from civilisation in the middle of some creepy woods.
My parents try to reassure me that it’s you know, perfectly normal for an old woman to choose to live so far from human company, anyway, she was poorly so I should only feel bad for the poor lady. With that my dad had handed me the basket full of cookies and doughnuts and sent me on my way to Grandma’s.
Oh and another thing, she isn’t actually my grandma, that’s just what I call her, I can’t go around calling her Mrs.Oldladywholivesaloneinthemiddleofthewoods-isn’tthatseriouslycreepy now can I? Well... I used to but my parents told me it was rude so it’s just Grandma for now.
My parents wouldn’t have let me go into the woods if it weren’t the afternoon so there I was debating in my mind whether to take my bike or not, whether to take a gun or not and whether to take a chocolate or not.
All of these were life risking decisions so I had a lot on my mind. I crossed out the second mind lingering question, I’m sure I wasn’t allowed to even touch a gun, as for the chocolate- why the heck not? I wasn’t on a diet like half the girls in my school.
But then again... which chocolate to choose?
So quite simply it wasn’t really my fault I started walking towards Grandma’s house a little later than I should have, it wasn’t my fault my bike was broken and it wasn’t my fault I didn’t have a gun. But I wish I had.
The woods are quite beautiful if you stay near the edge where you know people will be able to hear you scream if someone or even something tries to murder you. Vines twisted around those tall trees, some roots obstructed the pathway which seemed hardly in use, already starting to blend back into the woods.
Soon there would be no path to walk on.
I clutched the parcel and basket a little tighter shoving my brilliantly red beanie down my red hair and managing to eat some of it as well- the hair not the beanie.
Maybe I should have worn the coat Mum had pestered me to wear, it was starting to get a little chilly. Oh well, too late now.
I started rehearsing what I’d say to Grandma. It still felt weird calling her that, I had to make sure to be polite to her. She was very....emotionally unstable. Sometimes she was as sweet as any nice Grandma who bakes cookies and cakes and other times she was well- like ...a witch.
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