Honestly, I wasn't surprised when a rather large package was dropped at my doorstep. My grandmother just died and I inherited her estate, after all I was her only living relative. When she was alive, she had packages sent to me all the time. So it did not surprize me when I saw the note on the top of the large box.
"Zoe, I know that when I died, you were left all alone. I also know that you are the sort of person to become extremely antisocial when someone dies. I hope that you will be happy again. You probably haven't left your house since my death, besides getting groceries and such. I have decided that since you won't go and socialize with people, I will send the people to you. I hope that you have lots of fun, but not too much fun, *wink*.
Love Gram
Way to hit the nail on the head Grams, I thought to myself. I hated how right she was. I sighed, "Whatever, what is this thing anyway," I mumbled to myself, dragging the extremely large box inside. As I did so, I yawned, I hadn't taken my afternoon nap yet. Once I dragged it into the living room, I grabbed the little note taped to the top of the box.
'You didn't answer the door, I will have you sign the papers during the next delivery. There will be several deliveries during unscheduled times, so always expect the unexpected. Since you are a beta tester, expect to receive special deliveries every once in a while. Good luck! Your house is very hard to find by the way.
-Harold the Delivery Man
Wow that was… interesting. Never received a note like that. There was small manual in a folder on the side of the box. I grabbed it and headed to my reading nook. My reading nook is in the attic, or the fourth floor of sorts. There is a small window to the outside there with one of those built in couch things. I sat up there, and before I began reading, I looked at my reflection in a wall mirror near by.
I was very, interesting looking. I had long light curly brown hair that went down my back all the way to my butt. I was wearing a large sports t shirt with a tank top and bra underneath, I have a lot of cleavage (D cup) so going around the house without a bra wasn't really an option. In addition to the shirt I had some flannel plaid PJ bottoms. I wasn't really wearing any shoes, just some socks. My hair was down at the time. My long bangs hung in front of one of my stormy blue eyes, hiding a long scar that ran from the corner of my eye to my ear, a reminder of the past. I was pretty thin, I was a sporty person.
I then looked out the window. Snowing, it was winter after all. I lived on the border of Canada and Washington. It got pretty cold up here during the winters. Finally, I turned my attention to the manual in my hands.
ARTHUR KIRKLAND: User Guide and Manual
CONGRATULATIONS! You have just purchased your very own ARTHUR KIRKLAND unit. This manual was written in order to ensure that you, the owner, can unlock your unit's full potential as a guardian, boyfriend, and/or pirate.
What the hell is this?