Trial #9 {Challenge Accepted}

Day 3

Now send your character to his or her grumpy grandmother's house for a visit. Write the scene of your character's arrival.

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“Dad, we don't want to go. It's never too late to turn back,” I tell him. We were already on our way to Nana’s house for the weekend. And by we, I mean me and Kiara, not Dad. He was leaving us to fend for ourselves. Who does that?

My Dad, that's who.

“Dad, if you're so keen on making us stay with her, then why aren't you coming with us? She's your mother after all,” Kiara said.

“No!”

I raise an eyebrow at him from the back seat.

“I-I mean, I've got work to do. I'm too busy this weekend,” he tells us.

“I’m pretty sure I heard you talking to Mom about the, ‘amazing’ date you two were about to have tomorrow. Tough work, that must be,” says Kiara, smirking at him. I stifle a laugh.

Ah, my sister. Always calling everyone's shit out.

“Okay, so I don't want to come. But she's been at me since the past year telling me how we've all been ignoring her and no longer want to be with her. I had to do something,” Dad says, shrugging.

“Yeah, because you're scared of her,”  I say.

“Aren't you scared of your Mom too, Manny? This is the same thing,” Dad counters.

He's got a point there.

“So you're going to leave us there? I can't believe you,” Kiara replies.

“Yeah, if she's going to say one more remark about my life, I'll run away,” I told him.

“Yeah, me too,” Kiara agreed.

Wow. If I wasn't wrong…

“Did we just agree on something, little sis?” I asked her.

“Don't push it. Just for now,” Kiara said, “And how many times should I tell you not to call me little sis?”

“It just slipped out, I swear"-

“We’re here,” came Dad’s voice as we entered Dadi’s driveway. Crap, tactical failures. If the both of us had been a little more civil, we could have won this battle, I'm sure of it.

It doesn't help that the relationship between me and my sister is worse than the US and North Korea.

Me and Kiara slowly walked to the door, our duffel bags in hand, and the both of us staring at each other.

‘Knock,’ Kiara’s stare told me.

‘No way. You do it,’ I tell her, staring right back.

“Someone please knock while I finish parking the car,” Dad told us from the car, “We haven't got all day".

“Why, so that you can have a good time back home?” I mutter, as I knock on the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I step back from the door and wait. After five seconds, we hear a lot of shuffling, before the door opens to reveal my Nana, who was a woman in her late seventies. She wore a simple cotton nightgown, with flowers embroidered at the sides. Her stomach slightly bulged out from the nightgown, and NO, she's not pregnant, please use some common sense, please. A frown was etched on her face.

Will I be able to survive two days of her tyranny? Call me dramatic, but its true.

“Ah, if it isn't my two favorite grandchildren,” she said, giving us both a look that could kill, “I'm glad to see that you still remember your

“Hi, Nana,” I say, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Don't get me wrong, I love my Nana, but sometimes she can be a bit too...overbearing.

Kiara does the same, and gives me a panicked look. ‘What do we do?’ it said.

“We go along with it,” I mutter to myself and enter the house. It was a tiny house, really, but somehow, it seemed more spacious than it actually was.

There was a round table in the middle of the living room where a stack of magazines were kept in order, ones that Nana must be reading now. I turned back to see Dad hugging Nana.

“I'm a little busy now, Ma, I'll stay a bit when I come to pick them up,” he tells her.

Me and Kiara shared glances, knowing that the chances of that happening are slim.

“You are such a disgrace to me, I took care of you for eighteen years, looking after you so well, and in return you go marry that gypsy-looking girl you call your wife!” Nana begins her long list of complaints.

Mom’s a what?

That's it. I bursted into laughter, Kiara following me. Comparing Mom to a gypsy looking girl, this was priceless. The only problem is that Nana and Dad stayed at us so hard that I'm pretty sure Nana was going to take revenge for that later.

Dad took that chance to say his goodbye and leave. Traitor.

Nana closed the door. To me, it was like closing our door to freedom.

God, help me through this.

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his wasn't too hard considering the fact that I live with my grandmother. But, I wasn't feeling too well when I started writing it, and I'll also admit that I may have skulked a bit. Anyways, over to you, Carrots!

Deena ;)