“Come on, Amanda, it’ll be fun!” Jessie said. “I don’t know,” I said doubtfully. “We’ll be alone? In the middle of nowhere?” “Okay, I know it’s a cabin in the woods, but my family goes to the cabin almost every year, and nothing bad has ever happened to us. Come on! Don’t be a pansy. Charlotte and Jamie already said yes!” She pouts. “I know, but-” Jessie barrels on. “One week! One week in a cute cabin, with a view of Mt.Hood, The Three Sisters, Mount Jefferson! You know you want to,” She sing-songed. “You’re right, like always.” I sighed. “All right, I’ll go. Does it have cell service?” “I don’t know. Probably not. It’s technically my Grandma’s, so I doubt it.”
“Okay. I’ll see you then.” I hugged her. “Thanks, Scarlet, you’re the BEST!” Jessie squealed. “It’ll be fun, I promise.” …show more content…
“I thought you said Charlotte would be here,” I said accusingly.
“She will be,” Jamie said from the back. “She just has to come up separate. She knows the way, She’ll be there.” We pulled into the gravel driveway. “We’re here!” Jessie trills. “Come on, let’s unpack.” I grabbed my bags from the back of the red truck and stepped inside. “Whoa.” “Ta-da! Welcome to Casa de Gramma.” Jessie laughs. “Do you like it?” The cabin was small. The entryway had space for shoes before opening up into a small living room/kitchen. The floor was concrete, and there was a wooden picnic table to the left. To the right was a fridge, a gas stove, and a small sink. There were three doors on the back wall, surrounding a large brick fireplace. The room smelled of disinfectant and burnt
“Okay. I’ll see you then.” I hugged her. “Thanks, Scarlet, you’re the BEST!” Jessie squealed. “It’ll be fun, I promise.” …show more content…
“I thought you said Charlotte would be here,” I said accusingly.
“She will be,” Jamie said from the back. “She just has to come up separate. She knows the way, She’ll be there.” We pulled into the gravel driveway. “We’re here!” Jessie trills. “Come on, let’s unpack.” I grabbed my bags from the back of the red truck and stepped inside. “Whoa.” “Ta-da! Welcome to Casa de Gramma.” Jessie laughs. “Do you like it?” The cabin was small. The entryway had space for shoes before opening up into a small living room/kitchen. The floor was concrete, and there was a wooden picnic table to the left. To the right was a fridge, a gas stove, and a small sink. There were three doors on the back wall, surrounding a large brick fireplace. The room smelled of disinfectant and burnt