Gretel: A Fictional Narrative

Gretel never really liked the idea of moving house. She didn’t like the idea of packing away her things, she didn’t like the idea of leaving a familiar environment where she knew where everything was. She especially didn’t like the idea of leaving her school with her friends behind. Her three best friends, she had just left behind, and now here she was getting out of the car and staring up at an unfamiliar house. It was quite a small house compared to the one in Berlin, and the worst part was, there were no other houses around anywhere. There were no other people, everywhere she looked there was just trees. Gretel looks at Bruno, he was staring at the house with his eyes open, arms by his side and his mouth making the shape of an O. Gretel turns and looks at her mother looking up at the house, she didn’t seem to have any emotions spread across her face. …show more content…
“Mother?’ Gretel asked. Mother looked up at her “Yes Gretel.” Gretel looks behind her at her brother again, he had a face of distaste. He probably didn’t like it that much. Gretel turned back to her mother who was now holding a box that read Breakables, and started to walk towards the new house, Gretel breaks into step with Mother. Mother looks back at Gretel “what did you want to ask Gretel?” Gretel looks at the Maid Maria as she unlocks the door and opens it to reveal an empty house. “Why do we have to move here Mother?” Gretel asked. Mother pushes past Maria and walks into the empty house placing the box of breakables on the kitchen bench. Mother sighs placing her hand on top of the box, then looking out of the window into the bleak garden. “Because of your Father, Gretel.” Mother finally said through a strained voice. Gretel looks around the kitchen taking in her surroundings, the cupboards were dirty and the benches were