Chapter 1
Crank,crack,ouch! It was my footsteps and pain as I travelled up the ragged,elapedated stairway. It was old and had hard abrassives sticking out from it. Never since I was born, had i felt such pain, fear and horror. The barrage of pain from the broken nail which travelled up my foot was overbareing. Drops of rain rolled down my cheeks as my eyes watered and fell sadly to the ground. As I reached the verandah of the old wooden, elapeted, unwanted house, I notice something very pecular. Something was strange and I had an ominious feeling about it. Knock! Knock!, I banged the nearly broken down door which stood in front of me. There was no answer and I then proceeded to shout out but a strange medium size dog distracted me. He was in the yard of the house and was burnish brown in colour. His eyes were clear which means he was healthy and his fur appeared to be soft as silk. He also wore a black colar around his neck which read "Spock." I loved dogs especially the fierce ones like him. He was a German Shepered, because I knew he smelt me as I walked in the yard and knew I was i good kid. "Such a stupid dog, dont judge a book by it's cover although I was small I was as tough as a lion"
I proceeded to go near him but he backed away immediately. I tried to comfort him by saying i wont harm him but he would not bodge. I held him gently and comb his hair with by hand and he laid there just still. I knew he was not dead but i also knew he was not treated well at home at all. He was not acusstomed to the peaceful and gentle way of life but the rough and tyrannical one. I could not blame him, having Ms.Francis as an owner had to be a hard one. She scared the living daylights out of me. I could tell he was a soldier he could withstand any trouble or problem, this is what I liked about him.
"Whos da en me hard!" "I'am not afraid of you .. get out of me yard..I'm armed you know!!" "Oh sorry Ms.Francis, I did not mean to enter your yard like this, I knocked but no one answered." "Who are you boy, and what the hell , are you doing in me yard" "I live next door, my mom told me to come over to offer you some pie which she....swallow.....baked." "I'm not no charity boy, I could more than afford pie." "I not poor, I just look so to fool.....what kind of pie is it boy." "Apple, with some banna in it, it tastes really good, I'm sure that you will love it." "I do love pie boy but, I not in the mood for it but come on in and i tell you if that is real good tasting pie, it better taste good, I was going to chase you out me yard but with a wound like that from the stairs you would not have even make the drive way." "How did you know I injired my foot by the staircase?" "Boy, I might be half blind but that does not mean I can't see you know." She grabbed the pie swiftly from my hand and invited me to come inside her killer jail. I did not want to go but i had no choice. When we reached the staitcase my feet tried to retrained me from walking up, no matter how much i tried it did not want to move. It was like if it was adheresive to the dirt on the around but i force myself and it's muscles then gain momentum. Spock wanted to come in but she took a stick and pelted it at his face, I felt sorry for him.
Chapter 2
Inside her house was old and the under painted wall was peeling. It looked like it was not refurbished in more than three decades. The furniture was bad as well with stuffing flowing out one end and old newspaper sticking out the next. The ground felt hard and dusty under my feet and litlle ants maid there home under it. The ceiling hard wholes and brown stuff on it and you could see the water stains which showed that water leeked through it when it rained. The house was small alright and because the state it was in, it could only accomodate about three persons for the most. I wondered how someone could live in a disgusted and filthy home like this. The living room of the house did not even have much chairs or even a tv, how could she live without tv and worst yet she had no internet. Her house was like a prison and looked even worst than some. They could have used her house as a prison for the most wanted people in the city. I'll just hope I dont end up here after all the mischevous and tyrannical things I did to children at my school. She told me to sit but I did not want to sit in the chair because it had rotten food stick to it and the stuffing was coming out. She then sat and pulled a table next to it where she rest the appetizing home made pie. She started to eat it and did not say a word. She ate like a pig and like if she did not eat good food in years. Her face was old and wrinkled with dark spots under her eyes. She had little fair hair on her head with strains of grey peaking out. Her hands and chest were saggy and she only had a few teeth in her mouth most of which were broken to pieces. Her gums showed and they were red and brown. She never took care of her self and from where I was standing her aroma was nasty and disgusting.(would it kill her to bathe more often .she probably did not bathe in weeks nor brushed her teeth).
As I walked around her house, I saw various ragged pictures of people. One of the pictures stood a man and a boy around my age. I was bewildered by it, I wondered if she had a family. But i convinced myself that she had no family and if she had she probably killed them or they ran away beacause of how she smelt. As I walked near a wall which had a brown chair next to it, I felt somethig tickle my feet. It felt fury and big. I prayed to God that it was not what I thought it was. I slowly lowered my face to my feet, and what I saw scared the living daylights out of me.
