Back To School
697 Words
Kiera's POV
"He swindled you!" She screeched.
"Why do you say that?" Mum wondered.
"That house is haunted. No one has been able to live there since Nana Baker died there over a hundred years ago."
"Really?" I drawled in a bored voice. That was the latest excuse ever.
"Yes, really! No one has been able to live in that house longer than three nights. They either run away, run mad or die." She related with petrified eyes.
"Oh no." mother gasped, her eyes wide with fear. I was glad that she was being cognizant of her surroundings and taking part in conversations again, but I didn't want Mrs Clark scraing the daylights out of her.
"I doubt that's true mum. Ghosts don't exist."
"It's not just ghosts but demons haunting that house. You think I'm making up tales?" Mrs Clark challenged dangerously.
"No I don't. I just think you are exaggerating."
Mrss Clark huffed angrily before swallowing her retort.
"Tell me something Mrs Clark, when was the last time died in the house? Last week? Last month? Last year? Or last decade?" Something told me the woman was just relating fishwives tales.
"Yes, it's been a while. But I swear the tales are true! My grandfather told me." That's what I thought.
"The person who told you swore thy were telling the truth?" I challenged with a smirk.
"You think you are smart don't ya? Well don't say I didn't warn ya."
"I consider myself warned Mrs Clark. Besides if there was anything dangerous about the house, the town's government would have pulled it down ages ago."
To that, she had no reply and I walked away triumphantly. It didn't matter whether the house was truly haunted it not. I did the terrryfying, not the other way around and the ghosts in the Baker house were going to learn that fact soon enough.
We'd been here four days and the house was still not ready yet. We already had appointments to have the house fumigated, cleaned and repainted. Then we went furniture shopping after we bought a car. In a week, we should be able to move in. The shop downstairs was not so easy. It was completely and utterly burnt. It would take a while to have it cleaned and we still hadn't decided what to do with it yet.
"Maybe we should rent it out?" I mused.
"Okay." Mother agreed in a monotone.
I shot her a look but she avoided my eye. "You know I won't bite your head off if you have a contrary opinion, right?"
She flushed before flashing me a guilty smile.
"Sorry. didn't mean that. Please tell me what you think we should do with the store." I backtracked and shoved a piece of cheesecake into my mouth. 'mmhm' I hummed and cut another piece again. I'd forgotten how good mother's cooking was. "Mum?" She stared at me inquiringly. "Have you thought about opening a bakery of your own? You could sell pastries!"
"No. I could never."
"You totally should! You are a great cook mum."
"Frank has never said so. In fact." She covered her mouth hurriedly and gazed at me with a lost air about her.
"It's okay mum. We already agreed that he is wrong about everything. You know I can help you out at the bakery. We will need the income anyway."
"Help out? What about school?"
"What about it?" I replied in confusion.
"Young lady, you are going back to school." I scowled at her and opened my mouth to object. That wasn't happening. I was in a new place, living a new life. I didn't have to suffer through the hell that was high school again. "Don't give me that look." She waved a finger threateningly at me. " You've been spouting off about a new life and whatnot for days and I've followed everything you have said. But in this, I'm not budging. You have to go to school. If you don't I won't open a bakery."
I glared at her fiercely before shoving as much food into my mouth as possible. I was never, ever going to a school, ever again.
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