I hope you guys are enjoying this story! I know it’s not my usual stuff but this is important to me. I really love this story so I hope you guys do too. Part One here.
My fingers wrap around the iron of the gate again. I am the only one that close. The others are behind making bets and laughing, bragging despite their fear to even come as close as me.
“I’ll go in first.” One says.
“You’ll chicken out as soon as we open the gates!” Another laughs.
“Fianna, you get off of there.” Craig barks at me.
I turn from the gate, one hand still attached. “Let me go in!” I call to the boys.
“No way.” Finn snaps. “This is as far as you go, young lady.”
This is a very special story to me I wanted to share with all of you. I’ve been working on it for a long time and I’ve been too nervous to share it. I think now is the right time.
Once upon a time, my Granny told me my fate rested in the forest. It was where I would find an evil meant for me. Now, every family had a different story they told their wee ones on why they should never ever go into the forest. Unlike those tales though, my Granny’s story turned out to be true. My Granny, you see, was an oracle. She could see into the future. She could see the things that other people couldn’t.
She told me, many a time, that I should never ever go into the woods, that was until I turned seventeen. She would tell me, “then, and only then will you be ready for what the forest holds. Because it is there, my precious child, that your destiny lies.” She smiled comfortingly, her gold tooth glinting in the light of the fire.
I was commissioned by the wonderful @pyromantic-technin who wanted a polyamorous story with an Alligator and Shapeshifter involved. I hope you guys enjoy.
You had gone home when your grandmother was sick. She was your favorite person in the world and you would do anything for her. She denied you that though. You had offered to give her one of your kidneys and she turned it down.
After the funeral, you were still in shock. You weren’t sure how to cope. You stayed in her house, sleeping most of the time. When you were able to get up and move around it wasn’t for much. You’d eat and use the bathroom then shamble back to the bed.
I dont remember much if anything about my early childhood, I have however been told many stories and shown photos of my bad behavior.
We have a photo of me crouching on the counter in the bathroom, having spread toothpaste on the entire mirror, sink, counter, cupboards and myself. My mother beleive I did it because I was angry with her.
We have a photo of me looking very angry holding up my blanket on my bed and showing all of my mother’s make up, broken and covering my entire bed/blankets.
I was told a sorry of me getting in trouble for whatever reason, being sent to my room but resisting to stay there. My mother held the door closed and I three myself against the door and walls screaming like a banshee. This scared my mother and she thought i may have been possessed.
Once my brother and I were playing at my grandma’s, when it was time to go home my grandma told us to clean up the toys. I refused. She told me “you can either clean up the toys with your brother or go stand in the corner” so i went and stupid I the corner of my own accord. She spanked me, but hey, I didn’t have to clean up the toys.
I once squeezed an entire tube of Carmex into my mother’s ear while she was napping.
Autobiography snippet
Much to my disappointment I am the only child in my family that did not go to preschool. My brother went, and years later my little sisters went, but not me.
As my birthday is in October I started school a yeast later than all the kids my age. I turned 7 a few months after kindergarten started. My teacher’s name was Mrs. Bird, and her daughter was also in my class. I had the afternoon time so i would go to school around 11 and go home around 3. I loved school and learning. My mother tells me that i refused to read with her or my father prior to kindergarten, but as soon as i was learning it in school I was obsessed, a quick learner, and rapidly moving to much higher grade level books. It was hard for my teacher to keep up. It was discussed for me to move up a grade, but i did not.
I was born on October 11th, 1994, to John (28) and Cozette (23). The second child, first daughter to the family. I had an older brother Zackery who is 2 ½ years older than me. When i was born we lived in a small brown house that i don’t remember at all, but has been pointed out to me more than once. We then moved into my Grandma’s basement. This Grandma being my mom’s mother. I’ve been told of walls painted with handprints and an ant problem.We lived there until i was around 4 yrs old.
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