After a long and tedious journey to my grandmother’s house, I laid my numb legs on the carpeted floor of the bus and raised my nearly ossified body back to life. The double doors slid open and her house came to view, quaint and dull, reflecting her true self. I would rather go for boy’s scout than to spend my summer here…
Although that was my first time to her house, I could imagine her… Uptight and strict, an old-fashioned and obstinate old lady and I am right, a wrinkled, age-old mobile fossil stood before me, although she is short, her dominating spirit towered over me. She offered me no warmth or privacy, snatching away my rights, even unpacked my luggage herself!
Something caught her sight; she shrieked and started ranting at me. I turned around and realized that my luggage, a tiny bag housed with all the basic amenities of a girl! My grandmother accused me of being a pervert! I felt horrible, abashed, insulted and infuriated all at once. She gave me no chance to redeem my innocence and kicked me out of her house, slamming the door, hard, behind me.
No matter how much I tried to explain to her, the door seemed nailed shut. A tap on my shoulder interrupted my nervous thoughts of returning home, it was a girl behind me. Perhaps all the commotion caught her ear and fortunately she was staying near! She suspected not me, we are friends you see. We switched back out bags and yes money I do not lack! I waved her good bye and she blushed with a glimpse of shy.
And so I phoned my parents of the incident and they decided for me to stay at my lovely cousin’s house, what a great shift of luck! They said they will try to explain to grandmother while I waited for the bus to my cousin’s house where we would play games the whole summer! |
Submission Name: Baggage Switch
