"Louisa!" My grandmother yelled. "I need you to do something for me."
I rushed down from my room, smacking my head on my doorway in the process. My grandparents house was built in colonial times, so everything is too small for my 5' 7'' height.
When I got to the kitchen, my grandma was outstretching her hand. She was grasping an ancient bucket.
"Louisa, I need you to get some water out of the well,"
"But Grams-" I argued.
"No buts! It's time for you to get over your silly fear of that well! It can not harm you more than this pail can!"
I sighed and tugged the grey bucket from my Grandma's hand. I turned my back to her and walked out the door, again colliding with the frame.
