Alternative Story 1st draft. . . 


I ieary dark day on the dawn of a new pitiful day in a tiny town known as.... Enough to keep anyone indoor, safe and secure in their minute cozy homes, it's true what they say home is where your heart is. Even in this suburban hell people managed to find happiness. What a crazy world we live in. 
A shilotte emerged from behind the billowing trees, in the distance it slowly approaches us. No longer threatened an old lady becomes visible. He stooped shoulders and sunken neck made most people want to grab her head and tug on it until it would return to its original height in top of a sturdy neck. Many children used to point and ask if she was a witch. To be fair with a long stooping nose with a growing wart even friends had begun to question if this woman was the clique of all witches. But this didn’t faise her, she always said looks weren’t everything. She was known thoughout this town as the kindest woman alive, she would always help out someone in need and always went the extra mile. Children are children, it was when parents or teenagers would respond with she’s just old, or she has problems.