ROBIN TOOK THE SAME ROUTE TO HER GRANDFATHER'S HOUSE every day.
As he mother prepared her, Robin was reminded for the billionth time that she was not, under any circumstances, to take any shortcuts.
"You take the route I was telling you about, and only the route I was telling you about, correct?" Her mother asked.
"Yes, Mommy." Robin sighed.
Robin was wearing her favorite outfit: striped shirt, purple leggings, and little brown shoes. Her mother handed her the red sweatshirt she liked and her pink and purple backpack with a glittery silver R on it. She had written her initials, R.H., on it in permanent marker.
"Be careful, sweetie." Her mother said, kissing her on the top of her head.
"I will, Mommy. Love you." She replied.
"Love you too." Her mother said.
Robin turned around and walked out of her house and onto her street. As she walked down her street, she saw all the people she usually saw. There was her elderly neighbor, Mrs. Todd. Then she passes the Jennings' house. The Jennings' had seven kids and they were all a little older or younger than Robin. They were also the only other kids on the block who would want to play with her. Then she passed Mr. Barry's house. Mr. Barry was a single guy who moved in the year before.
She passed a few more houses of people she didn't really know. As she was approaching the end of the street, Robin passed the mailman. She didn't know much about him, except he kind of creeped her out a little. Whenever she wore red, he would stare at her like a wolf stalking a deer. Robin usually tried to avoid him, but today, just as she was about to cross the road, she heard a car coming. So she was forced to walk past the creepy mailman. She could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of her head.