"Sweet Jesus!" My grandmother's voice bounced off the four walls of my bedroom. I swallowed a lump in my throat at the sound of her voice.
Flinching in fear, I threw the back scratcher out of my hands like it had sent an electric spark down on me. This was the announcement of my doom, I had no idea what line if action I was supposed to take. Fear gripped me and I blinked repeatedly.
"Gigi Roy!" She exclaimed, her beady brown eyes widened at me, and her right hand on her chest as if trying to contain her heart from dropping into her stomach.
I jumped to my feet in amusement. She looked like she'd pass out any moment from now. "Grandma, I didn't expect you home from shop so early." I commented in foolishness. I'd forgotten that it was possible to open my bedroom door from the outside
