"Aradin, come on!"
"I'm coming! Sheesh, can't you just wait for at least five minutes?"
The streets of New York were beautiful at this time of year. The flowers were at full bloom, the sun was beating down on the pavement, making the roads have a melted look to them. And Aradin, who admired this kind of nature, was taking snapshots.
His friend Rhian was not your average New York girl. Even tough she was bron in Kansas (which explained why her voice sometimes gave off an accent,) she was not one to look and smell the roses. She would rather be in an air-conditioned room that be stuck out in this almost chilly atmosphere.
"Are you done yet, nature boy?" Rhian protested. "My grandmother's wating for us to help her out, you know!"
Aradin put his camera back in his bookbag and said,
"Tell me again why we're going to your grandmother's?"
"She needs assistants to help her."
"And so she decided to go cheap by hiring us."
"Aradin, my grandmother is not cheap when it comes to fortune-telling."
"SHE'S A FREAK OF NATURE!"
"She is not!"
The two arrived at a building. It was old and creepy-looking, with ivy climbing the building's outer walls. At the door, a sign was put up.
Madame Margret's Fortunes
"I still think she's not from this planet." Aradin protested as they walked inside.
"Grandma?" Rhian called.
"She's not here?" Aradin said. "Great, let's get out of this fun house!"
He ran to the door and crashed into an old woman wearing a long white robe and large white hat.
"Ah, Aradin." The lady said, rolling her "r's" as she talked.
"Madame Margret." Aradin said as he got up from the floor.
"Hi, Grandma." Rhian greeted her. "Any new and strange visions lately?"
"No, not at this-" Madame Margret began, but felt a pain in her head as she looked at Aradin. "I mean yes. Come, you two; I have a vision."