Post by Cara on Jun 28, 2010 21:11:20 GMT -5
"Ugh! Why do we have to go grandma's house? It's sooo boring!" Cara complained, staring out her window angrily.
"You know your father and I need those books she found in her attic! They'll be our best sale yet!" Her mother said, turning up the asphalt driveway. HEr parents owened a bookstore and someone requeasted a ten book set about the revolutionary war. Cara's grandmother happened to have them.
"But why couldn't I stay home! I can babysit myself!"
Her mother shot her father a glance. "Your mother and I thought you could have some fun here!" he said from the passenger seat, looking back at her.
Cara mumbled something under her breath, too low for her parents to hear. They walked out of the mini-van and knocked on the navy blue door in front of her grandmother's old white house. Dying flowers lay in the flowerbox out front and a withered away pine tree barely stood in the front yard. Shutters hung from one hinge and paint chips lined the house. "Eww." Cara muttered. She texted one word to her friend Rose. "HELP!"
The door finally creaked open and her short gray-haired grandmother stood behind the screen door, peering up at the three of them. her face softened.
"Barbra so good to see you honey." she said to Cara's mother.
"Hi Mom. Do you have those books we wanted?" she walked in the house, ushering Cara and her father with her.
"Books? Oh yes the books. Of course." she waved her wrinkled hand, beckoning them to follow and they did so. She led them up a set of stairs and into the wood paneled attic. It was full of boxes and different items. Cara browsed around. A painting. A desk. Two lanterens. Old clothes. A dirty doll. Then something caught her eye. A toaster? No! A camera! She rushed foward, blowing off dust.
"Wow." she murmured, studieing the old intstant developing camera. Cara loved photography and hadn't ever seen a real one of these. She ran to her parents and grandma, who was just being thanked for the books. "Look! A camera! Can I keep oh can I can I please?" she begged.
"Oh that old thing?" her grandmother said. She studied it for a moment. "Sure. Go ahead."
"Yes!" Cara pumped her fist in the air. Cara loved having historical items as well. She was on a quest for finding an old typewriter too but had never quite got her hands on one. Now that she had this it would make up for it.
"Oh get a shot of us!" her mother said, pulling her mother into the picture as well.
"Sure!" Cara said brightly, lifting the heavy camera. Snap! She took a photo.
"How'd it turn out?" her father asked, walking over next to her.
"It takes a while to develop..." she replied.
"You know your father and I need those books she found in her attic! They'll be our best sale yet!" Her mother said, turning up the asphalt driveway. HEr parents owened a bookstore and someone requeasted a ten book set about the revolutionary war. Cara's grandmother happened to have them.
"But why couldn't I stay home! I can babysit myself!"
Her mother shot her father a glance. "Your mother and I thought you could have some fun here!" he said from the passenger seat, looking back at her.
Cara mumbled something under her breath, too low for her parents to hear. They walked out of the mini-van and knocked on the navy blue door in front of her grandmother's old white house. Dying flowers lay in the flowerbox out front and a withered away pine tree barely stood in the front yard. Shutters hung from one hinge and paint chips lined the house. "Eww." Cara muttered. She texted one word to her friend Rose. "HELP!"
The door finally creaked open and her short gray-haired grandmother stood behind the screen door, peering up at the three of them. her face softened.
"Barbra so good to see you honey." she said to Cara's mother.
"Hi Mom. Do you have those books we wanted?" she walked in the house, ushering Cara and her father with her.
"Books? Oh yes the books. Of course." she waved her wrinkled hand, beckoning them to follow and they did so. She led them up a set of stairs and into the wood paneled attic. It was full of boxes and different items. Cara browsed around. A painting. A desk. Two lanterens. Old clothes. A dirty doll. Then something caught her eye. A toaster? No! A camera! She rushed foward, blowing off dust.
"Wow." she murmured, studieing the old intstant developing camera. Cara loved photography and hadn't ever seen a real one of these. She ran to her parents and grandma, who was just being thanked for the books. "Look! A camera! Can I keep oh can I can I please?" she begged.
"Oh that old thing?" her grandmother said. She studied it for a moment. "Sure. Go ahead."
"Yes!" Cara pumped her fist in the air. Cara loved having historical items as well. She was on a quest for finding an old typewriter too but had never quite got her hands on one. Now that she had this it would make up for it.
"Oh get a shot of us!" her mother said, pulling her mother into the picture as well.
"Sure!" Cara said brightly, lifting the heavy camera. Snap! She took a photo.
"How'd it turn out?" her father asked, walking over next to her.
"It takes a while to develop..." she replied.