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Grammar: A non-existent part of the wattpad majority. Grammar means a lot to me when it comes to writing sooo I hope you find that it is in fact, by all means, 'Existent' in my story.


The floor of the little town of Starville was coated with dry, dead leaves and twigs. They crunched under my boot as I ran down the pathway.

I couldn't help but admire the scenery around me. The light breeze nudged the trees from side to side, the leaves shimmered as the naked rays of the sun hit their surface. All the while birds were chirping and hopping from tree to tree. Oh and the weather was just wonderful! I had always loved the Autumn season. Everything was perfect.

Or so I thought.

I had turned 16 quite a while back and frankly, I was enjoying every minute of it.

My best friend Delilah had gone out with her parents to attend her aunt's wedding so she wasn't back until the end of the month. I, on the other hand, had to stay home with momma and poppa. Not that I minded, but they were very busy people. Momma worked as a teacher at my school whereas Poppa had recently been promoted as the manager of Greentwine Industries .

I had set out that morning with the intention of visiting my granpapa, my mother's father. We were quite close and I often visited him.

I stopped outside a royal red, oak wood door and rung the bell. I heard gentle footsteps approaching and waited eagerly as my granpapa slowly opened the door. As soon as I saw Gramps, I enclosed him in a tight hug which he warmly returned.

"Oh dear, are little girls nowadays turning into hulks?" granpapa muttered under my grasp.

"Gramps, I'm not a little girl anymore!" I whined releasing granpapa from my bone crushing hug.

"And I'm pretty sure it has more to do with your silver hair rather than my pretentiously deceiving hulk strength." I said stifling a laugh as I stepped into the house.

"How you even know who the hulk is, is way beyond me." I mumbled.

Apparently he wasn't as deaf as I initially estimated him to be because he grumpily grunted a response that I couldn't really make out.

Gramps had been living alone ever since granmama passed away, two years back. Even though he didn't really show it, and tried to act strong, I could tell he was actually very lonely. I'd try keeping him company whenever possible but he, too, had other ways of keeping himself occupied. Which brings us back to the subject of him knowing who the hulk is. I really don't want to go into that right now though.                       


It was about noon and gramps and I had a wonderful time. We talked, and ate, and talked some more. Believe it or not, I really liked talking to gramps. He understood me better than anyone else. I bid him goodbye and was stepping outside to leave, when gramps stopped me.

"Laya, I almost forgot, I meant to give you something." he said, grabbing something shiny from the table and handing it over to me.

"A telescope?" I asked, a little baffled.

"A stargazer little one." He smiled.

"Oh granpapa!" I said, gently taking the stargazer that he held out. "I love it! thankyouthankyouthankyou!" I jumped in excitement.

Gramps knew I had always been fascinated by the stars. They've always just seemed so magical to me.

"Well I'm glad you like it. It was your grandma's, you know. She would have liked you to have it." he said, giving me a sad smile.

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