poniedziałek, 10 grudnia 2012

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I don't even have time to set a foot on the first step before the doora of the house burst open. I feel Collin's amused eyes on me. Don't fet me wrong, my grandparents are nice and I love them, but somwtimes I feel like they just want to embarass me. One time, while I was going away for a summer camp, they've brought my teadybear to me right in the middle of registration. Apparently I had lost it...When I was six. You can see why this was embarrasing for me. That was two years ago. My camp friemd, Gina laufhed at it for he rest of the summer.
So it is not a surprise when my grandpa runs to me and calls "Scooby Doo!"
I wince "Hey, Grandpa." He enfolds me in a tight hug. The smell of hay and apple pie hits my nose and all the memories of us spendimg our time out dlood back to me.
"Youve grown up!" He shoits in my ear. Frandpa has hearing problems, so he doeant ralize thata hes on his wayto make me deaf too, "What happened to your hair?" He asks me.
"I figured a nice change would do me good," I tell him and he pats my head.
"I dont like it," he says truthfully. Here is a thing about grandpa, hes always telling you what he thinks, mo matter how wrong he is. "You look like that bad witch from Harry Potter...Whats her name...Beladonna? "
"No, grandpa," I feel my cheeks heat up. Nothing is better than being compared to a psycho charcter out of a fantasy movie. Especially infront of a boy.
"No, its Bella Swan," he continues, ignoring my pleading voice. I wish Collin would go in