" All ready honey? Necessary stuff all packed? Remember to ---"

" Say ' Hi granny! I'm happy to see you again' when I meet her right? Mother, you've said that many times today," mumbled Kristen rather angrily.

" I'm sorry dear. I'm just worried you might."

" Relax mum. I wont make her angry. I have much BETTER things to do than THAT." Said Kristen rolling her eyes up as she emphasized on the 'THAT'.

Soon, her mother drove the car in front of their house and Kristen hopped on. The journey was long and by the time they reached the mansion, it was already evening. The two of them approached the house and Kristen's mother knocked on the front door. The door was dark brown and had dark odd patches on its corners. The knocker was the shape of a hand. It was gold in color but its color had long faded and it turned into a bronze color with little patches of gold that still could be seen. They heard slow footsteps that seemed to be coming from upstairs. With a long creak, the door opened. There stood their grandma. Her long gray hair was let down and her clothes were torn and tattered and its once bright colors had faded. They looked as if they were not washed for a very long time. Her face was full of wrinkles. She carried a very ugly frown whenever she went. No matter whether it was a happy or joyful occasion or not, her frown was forever there.

Mrs. Greenlocks was very disgusted at the two.

" WHAT? YOU'VE COME TO SEE ME AGAIN? I KNOW YOUR REASONS FOR COMING HERE. TO CHECK WHETHER I M DYING OR NOT RIGHT? JUST AS I EXPECTED. HEARTLESS CREAUTRES YOU TWO ARE. AND THAT FATHER OF YOURS TOO. WHAT DO YOU WANT? WAITING FOR ME TO DIE SO THAT YOU CAN GET ALL MY MONEY AND HOUSE RIGHT? YOU BETTER SCRAM OR I WILL ..WILL.." Mrs Greenlocks couldn't think of any thing to complete the sentence.

" Will.will. what? C'mon old hag, think of something to say. You usually have a lot to say, don't you?" said Kristen loudly and proudly. Her grandma was obviously very angry. Luckily her mother tried to calm things down by explaining that they have come to let Kristen stay at her house during the 3 week holidays. Mrs Greenlock was of course very reluctant.

" She is going to stay in MY house for 3 weeks? Well, if she wants to stay here, she must abide my rules and listen to me. She cannot go to rooms without my permission. She must help me clean the house. And the food here daily is only porridge and nothing else. Don't you ever expect me to cook up a delicious chicken chop or spaghetti for you."

Kristen tried to fight back but was held down by her mother by the hand.

" OK mum. I am sure Kristen will agree. Right Kris?"

Kristen let out a very soft but angry " yeah". She didn't want to see her grandma smiling that old sly smile or she knew that she would try to quarrel with her again.

With a kiss, her mother left and the maroon Volkswagen drove out into the city.