Generations

• Sophie Giltrap, Grade 9
• Short Story
• 2011

I was wondering down a well worn track that follows a little stream and leads to my Grandmas. I was a little scared the first time I walked down the track because they say that there is a witch constantly watching over the path. I’m not as scared now because it is the eighteenth time I have wandered down the path.
As I am day dreaming down the path I keep thinking that I can hear a rustling noise I don’t really know if it is my imagination or if it is actually real. But I do know that I am getting very scared and that I just want to get to my grandmas. Then I look up and see a distant figure it’s the witch she looks sad and lonely so I decide to just stay standing where I am I don’t even flinch, she takes big strides up to me. She comes up to me studies my face then smiles and asks my name I mumble Ellie then with a puff of smoke she vanishes whilst saying thank you. Suddenly I feel a tingling sensation and I start laughing and I just can’t stop I start sprinting up the moist track, finally I get to Grandmas I knock on the door of Grandmas house invites me in.
I sit down on the couch with the smell of homemade cookies Grandma comes and sits next to me and simply smiles. I tell her that I have a tingling feeling she just laughs and says it will wear off soon she also tells me that I should get a pet frog she then laughs and says you will understand soon enough. I tell Grandma all about the witch. Then go home and tell mum what has happened I stumble down the path and think about the witch and just hope she doesn’t come back and haunt me. I get home and blurt out everything that happened today. Mum just replies “that’s great sweetie but didn’t you come home an hour ago” I just reply “no” trying to figure out what she is talking about. I stumble up the stairs and wonder to my room. I swing open the door and to my surprise I see a clone of me laying on the bed reading a dolly magazine. I stare for a while and just scream my name I hear her laugh I have heard that laugh before. I think for a while then realise YES it is the witches’ laugh. It now all makes sense the witch cloned me all along I don’t know why but that doesn’t matter. I say a spell grandma used to sing when I was little. I pray that it works. I see a puff of smoke an instantly I know that the spell worked. I look down and before my eyes I see a wet slimy green frog I laugh and think to myself this would be a great present for grandma.