When I arrived at a bizarre island next to France, I saw this house which looked more like a hut. " I don't think anyone is living in here, because we haven't seen anyone coming out since seven years ago," said a voice coming from the back of my back. " Who are you?" I asked in a surprised by steady tongue. " My name is Nick what is yours?" said the boy who looked like he is about eighteen to nineteen, nowhere near older than I am. " My name is Celia, and I am here to search for my disappeared grandma."
The boy almost brayed with laughter. " And how do you think it would work finding her here?" he sneered. " Well she has been out of site in London for almost eighteen years now," I replied with nothing but loathing. " Who lives in there anyway?" I asked abruptly. " Well," the boy continued with a grimace " When I was about eleven we used to see an old lady about More than ninety years old coming from this house all the time, just like us, probably getting some food. But the last time I saw her I was still a primary school boy," he said walking away. I didn't think it would be wise to ask him anymore, because I can tell he has no interest in that old lady or even where she is now.
I trudged towards the old hut, and I knocked at the door. It is such a quiet house, if anyone trespassed by they probably won't even have a clue that a person might be living in there. At least normally houses have one or two clues of dwelling, but this one sounds as if no one is living in there. ' Hello," I called with a friendly voice, but there was no replyment. So I peeped at the spy hole, I could see inside the one room hut, in the darkest part sat a lady looking at the door with lights slipping away. She had a walking stick next to her lap and her face was filled with old scars and wrinkles.
She stood up and walked as slow as a snail towards the door, one of her foot was limped. She looked just like the woman in the photo, she looks just like my grandma but fifty years older. :" yes," she said, her voice was as quiet as her stertorous breath. I didn't know what to say, I wish I could just call out grandma, like I do to all my other family members, but that would just be very awkward to say. So I held up the photo of a woman about fifty four years old.
To her amaze she recognized me strait after I shown her the photo. But it was not clear because my face has changed between eighteen and one. " Lena," she said with her eyes now glamming as much as possible with all her strength. " I had to leave the family, come in and I will try to tell you more about it." I didn't know what to say, at first I thought I would embrace her for being a grandmother and part of the family, and than I told myself to focus.
She didn't seem like the sort of person who would have the strength to talk long before she passes off. But she did, she cooked some potatoes and talk to me for a while, asking me all about my life after she left the house. " I had to leave, I found a new husband and their kids were in great danger, one had diabetes and the other was diagnosed with asthma. I had to leave," she told me. I was confused still why it is up to her to determine on what they should do. So I skidded out of my bunk and into the lounge room. Grandma was still talking even though I can tell she is asleep.
So I boiled some noodles and ate them as fast as I can. It was just no good living in a house like this,