This is the continuation from last week’s story…
“You can find your own way home.” Sharise mocked as her sister stormed away. “Fine, I don’t need your help anyway. I can find my own way home.”
She turned and one of the ducks glanced up at her. She smirked. “What are you looking at? You’re lucky I don’t know how to turn you into dinner.” She stomped a foot on the ground. “Oh, darn you servants for spoiling me.”
Sharise walked along the path, trying to find the exit of this ridiculously gigantic park. Along the way, her brain was busy working, coming up with a spell that really could get her home. She bit her nail. “What the heck rhymes with home? It was so easy for Sasha, all she had to do was be nice.”
Stomping hard on the red brick road, she didn’t realize the brick road had turned into a pavement nor did she realize she was heading toward a gazebo. “Welcome,” a voice said as she stepped into the gazebo.
“Oh my gosh,” Sharise jumped and turned around. “Grandmother?”