Childhood Traumas

Story 2

This one is funnier than the last, but it's also shorter and also has a lot of mistakes. By the way, I was probably thinking of geography when I wrote this.

The Pond Of Wonders

Blurb:

The Gold sisters are on a journey to find The Pond of Wonders. It can only be seen every 15 years. They thought it would be easy but what lies ahead of them is the true journey. The journey is filled with exciting adventures like battling a minotaur and fighting a troll that is under the great glass bridge. They want to find out whether the car accident that their parents had had was really an accident or whether the car was rigged. They now live with their grandma who doesn't know the first thing about heaven or hell.

Will they finally find out what happened or will they mess up under pressure and never find the pond of wonders ever again?

Chapter 1:

After our parents' car accident we immediately knew that they were not going to survive. We knew that if we took them to the hospital, the doctors would not do anything to help. Instead we took them home for their funeral. In case you didn't know we put the corpses into a coffin in the house and burn the house down, after we get all our belongings of course. The funeral director read the Will out loud before doing the honours of burning the house.

The Will had said:

"The possessions of Mr and Mrs Gold will all go to Grandma Jennice. Grandma Jennice will also take all the responsibility of taking care of the oldest daughter, Celeana and the youngest daughter, Cashmere Gold."

We had no problem with living with our Grandma because we knew that she was a nice, caring lady. When she visited she would always give a £5 note and some peppermint candy. Every time we came in she always used to have a fresh batch of cookies waiting to get eaten.

After that the men of the family gently placed our parents in the golden incrusted coffin. We then had to follow the men inside the house and direct them to the main bedroom. Me and my sister Celeana had permission to say our last goodbyes and then pour gasoline everywhere in and outside of the house. We found ourselves crying like the downpours in India. We stood outside the building before the funeral director lit the house on fire along with our parents with a single matchstick.

To represent our love for our parents the fire roared with all its might and then blew out leaving nothing but the ashes of our parents and various parts of the house. Celeana and I gathered the ashes of our parents into a gold pot and went to bury it between the red apple tree and the small pond with many magestical wonders. I remember, when I was 4, me and my sister always used to stare at the goldfish living in it until of course it disappeared out of nowhere.