Stella's POV
I heard a loud knock on my door that made me jerk from my sleep. I do not need a soothsayer to tell me who had done that. I don't know how the small kid's hand was as loud as that of an angry adult
I yawned and stretched on my bed but before I could even relax, I heard the knocking again scaring the hell out of me. I quickly made my way to the door before he knocks again
When I opened the door, I saw a smiling, short little boy. He was grinning so wide like he knew what he was doing wrong to me so I asked
"Timothy, why the hell do you keep knocking that way?"
He chuckled before slowly taking his hands from behind him. I narrowed my eyes when I saw two stones in Timothy's hands
"Why did you have that in your hand?" I was already pissed.
He shrugged and said
"Good mornin
