Chapter #4: Pam and Her Grandparents
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Pam woke up looking curious and scared. Lately, she has been having these strange dreams about a snake and a little pudgy man no taller than herself. She shrugged and jumped out of bed, only to land on the floor after tripping herself over her blanket. There was a loud bump from the incident. Pam pulled herself together and brushed herself off. She then bounded out of her bedroom door. She could smell the roasting of freshly baked ham for breakfast and the clatters of forks and knives. Pam clobbered downstairs and into the kitchen where her grandmother was cooking and her grandfather was setting the table. Pam's grandmother looked up and smiled warmly.
"Pamela, you're awake," said her grandmother. "Slept in late, you did. I remember you're father always sleeping in--" She stopped.
Pam knew why. She didn't like to hear her grandmother cry because her only son had been killed almost fifteen years ago, when Pam was only a small infant. Pam lowered her head and went over to her sadden grandmother. Pam gave her a warm hug which made her grandmother smile.
"Thank you, sweetheart," whispered Pam's grandma. "Now, what would you like for breakfast?"
"Whatever you have is fine," replied Pam, knowing exactly what there was.
She heard her grandfather chuckle and Pam went a shade of pink around her chubby cheeks. Her grandparents would always tell her stories about her father and how much she represented him. However, the mention of the name Black, both grandparents would have a sour look on their faces. So, Pam never mentioned Sam's name in their household or else all hell would brake loose. Pam took a seat by her grandfather and started to eat what her grandmother had given her. She took a bite and smiled.
"So, what do you have planned for today?" asked Mrs. Pettigrew, Pam's grandmother.
"Nothing, really," replied Pam, playing with her fork. "I was going to meet my friends to go to Diagon Alley."
Mr. Pettigrew, Pam's grandfather, looked up from his plate filled with food and Mrs. Pettigrew's eyes widen. The wrinkles around her eyes stretched out as her eyes widen so.
"Oh that's right," sighed Mrs. Pettigrew. "You haven't gotten you school supplies yet. Do you need a ride?"
Pam shook her head.
"No, no," answered Pam, quickly. "Jamie and Reese are taking me. May I be excused now?"
Her grandmother nodded. Pam rinsed her plate and placed it in the sink. She bid farewell to her grandparents, grabbed her golden cloak and exited through the front door. Pam stepped out into the sunshine and she gave a smile. Pam started down the sidewalk but stopped. She look to the right and then to the left. Pam grunted. Instead of going to the right where Jamie, Sam and Reese lived, Pam turned to the left never looking back.
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Pam woke up looking curious and scared. Lately, she has been having these strange dreams about a snake and a little pudgy man no taller than herself. She shrugged and jumped out of bed, only to land on the floor after tripping herself over her blanket. There was a loud bump from the incident. Pam pulled herself together and brushed herself off. She then bounded out of her bedroom door. She could smell the roasting of freshly baked ham for breakfast and the clatters of forks and knives. Pam clobbered downstairs and into the kitchen where her grandmother was cooking and her grandfather was setting the table. Pam's grandmother looked up and smiled warmly.
"Pamela, you're awake," said her grandmother. "Slept in late, you did. I remember you're father always sleeping in--" She stopped.
Pam knew why. She didn't like to hear her grandmother cry because her only son had been killed almost fifteen years ago, when Pam was only a small infant. Pam lowered her head and went over to her sadden grandmother. Pam gave her a warm hug which made her grandmother smile.
"Thank you, sweetheart," whispered Pam's grandma. "Now, what would you like for breakfast?"
"Whatever you have is fine," replied Pam, knowing exactly what there was.
She heard her grandfather chuckle and Pam went a shade of pink around her chubby cheeks. Her grandparents would always tell her stories about her father and how much she represented him. However, the mention of the name Black, both grandparents would have a sour look on their faces. So, Pam never mentioned Sam's name in their household or else all hell would brake loose. Pam took a seat by her grandfather and started to eat what her grandmother had given her. She took a bite and smiled.
"So, what do you have planned for today?" asked Mrs. Pettigrew, Pam's grandmother.
"Nothing, really," replied Pam, playing with her fork. "I was going to meet my friends to go to Diagon Alley."
Mr. Pettigrew, Pam's grandfather, looked up from his plate filled with food and Mrs. Pettigrew's eyes widen. The wrinkles around her eyes stretched out as her eyes widen so.
"Oh that's right," sighed Mrs. Pettigrew. "You haven't gotten you school supplies yet. Do you need a ride?"
Pam shook her head.
"No, no," answered Pam, quickly. "Jamie and Reese are taking me. May I be excused now?"
Her grandmother nodded. Pam rinsed her plate and placed it in the sink. She bid farewell to her grandparents, grabbed her golden cloak and exited through the front door. Pam stepped out into the sunshine and she gave a smile. Pam started down the sidewalk but stopped. She look to the right and then to the left. Pam grunted. Instead of going to the right where Jamie, Sam and Reese lived, Pam turned to the left never looking back.