"Remind me where we're going." Repeated Harry for the hundredth time.
"For gods sake what do you have to do to get someone to listen to you around here?" He then ended the sentence by swearing obnoxiously. "We're going to visit grandma for the last time! She needs to be cared for lots now that she's in her old age, now will you stop pestering me?" Harry mouthed; get a life. Luckily Simon didn't notice. He was too busy chewing on his dirty fingernails. However, they didn't know what was awaiting them at their destination.
"Are we there yet?" Inquired and asked Harry. Simon's face turned a dark shade of red.
"If you don't stop asking questions I will explode, I swear down."
"I'd like to see that happen..." Replied Harry hotly. He was now really pushing it!
"Alright already." Yelled Becky over the ongoing rumpus. "We'll be there in a minute, bad enough I have to drive this junky car. Give the driver some respect, I can scarcely see with this rainfall. I need to hear at least!"
Harry stayed cross armed staring out of the window blankly untill the arrival at grandma's house. Her house was a little bungalow complete with dark wooden shutters and an oak front door. It was a cute house and the roof was tiled with bricks instead of slate. We trudged toward the grand door with our raincoats hunched over our bony bodies. Just as we were about to knock on the door it swung open with a creak and were greeted with an evil sounding cackle. All I could manage though was a timid yelp...
To be continued in the sequel...
"For gods sake what do you have to do to get someone to listen to you around here?" He then ended the sentence by swearing obnoxiously. "We're going to visit grandma for the last time! She needs to be cared for lots now that she's in her old age, now will you stop pestering me?" Harry mouthed; get a life. Luckily Simon didn't notice. He was too busy chewing on his dirty fingernails. However, they didn't know what was awaiting them at their destination.
"Are we there yet?" Inquired and asked Harry. Simon's face turned a dark shade of red.
"If you don't stop asking questions I will explode, I swear down."
"I'd like to see that happen..." Replied Harry hotly. He was now really pushing it!
"Alright already." Yelled Becky over the ongoing rumpus. "We'll be there in a minute, bad enough I have to drive this junky car. Give the driver some respect, I can scarcely see with this rainfall. I need to hear at least!"
Harry stayed cross armed staring out of the window blankly untill the arrival at grandma's house. Her house was a little bungalow complete with dark wooden shutters and an oak front door. It was a cute house and the roof was tiled with bricks instead of slate. We trudged toward the grand door with our raincoats hunched over our bony bodies. Just as we were about to knock on the door it swung open with a creak and were greeted with an evil sounding cackle. All I could manage though was a timid yelp...
To be continued in the sequel...