argument, however little the victory would accomplish. Then he grew serious “oh and by the way I was sent to come and get you” I nearly asked why but my question answered itself, Edith. An elderly woman came down the lawn in between the middle row of chairs, a scowl upon her face, she had light blue eyes, smooth grey hair tied back in a bun, and a dreadful temper. “Have you any idea how long I have been looking for you, the inconsideration, the absolute disgrace, the ….” She said as I raised my hand, something very few could get away with “yes I know Edith, Alex was just chastising me for my tardiness, I really am sorry, but let’s not waste any more time, let us go.” The complete lack of argument pulled her up short, as I knew it would, so instead of continuing her rant she spun on her heel muttering unpleasantly under her breath. I turned a smile towards Alex who was grinning back at me, amused at the way I escaped almost certain doom and did so in a way that helped him in his standing with the unpleasant women walking in front of us. I retrieved my cane from the ground beside me and took the hand offered to me and used it to pull myself up off the slightly moist grass, I set it on the ground and used it to lean against with every step a slight pain in my back reminding of just how lucky I am to be able to walk at all. I watched as workers up ahead scrambled to get out of the way not wanting to be subject to Edith’s next lashing out, I nearly laughed at how quickly the path ahead cleared, it really was amusing, and slightly baffling how much they feared her. The large white house could easily have fit hundreds of people the high roman like columns outside towered over you, and the high vaulted ceiling was painted gold like the dome of a church, the walls on the inside sported paintings from all variations of painters from Da Vinci to Van Goh. The stairs had two sides both adorned with a long white carpet, and a gold railing, there were three stories, thirteen bedrooms, twelve bathrooms, a kitchen, a large dining room, and a living room the size of a gym. I do not like the size, I feel as if I am being self-important, and snobbish by owning it, but I could 139Please respect copyright.PENANA9F0XsJt6AE
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Union
Young Adult
Dystopia
War
Last updated: Aug 19, 2021
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