The Greatest Grandmother

My grandmother was a very strict woman. She did not care that how she said things sounded like she was yelling. She would tell you to say Madam Viper or Lady Viper. She was very formal, strict, and fancy. She would dress in clothes from the 1800s and her favorite was the Gibson Girl. And she did not like the punk and or rock clothes I'd wear. I was never into all the fancy girly-girl clothes. What I mean is the dresses. I dislike dresses! I mean even as a little kid. I didn't even play dress up and have tea parties. "Sorry Madam, but I don't know what I've done this time," I yelled back as I turned around to get away. "I've missed you Abigail," Madam Viper said. "Oh that's a big fat lie!" I shouted. "Abigail Ferrari Viper, Don't you dare shout at me!" Madam Viper yelled. "No! I'm done listening to all of your strict stuff, because you never cared once that I was alive you didn't! Tiffany and Helen never had to try for their accustoms from you! But I did and not once did you accept me." I yelled in tears. "Abigail please listen to me," Madam Viper begged. "NO GRANDMOTHER!" I yelled crying as I ran back into the school.

Author: Varvara Canada

Publisher: Authorhouse

Publication Date: Mar 11, 2015

Number of Pages: 58 pages

Binding: Paperback or Softback

ISBN-10: 1496967976

ISBN-13: 9781496967978