Mrs. Ander's house

It was a dark, stormy night when Josie was asked to deliver the newspaper to Mrs. Ander, who lived on the other side of town. "Will you Hun? Your Father disappeared in the storm, and we need someone to do it." pleaded Josie's Mom. "Why should I?" snapped Josie. This behavior didn't seem new to Josie's Mom, Josie was a brat. I know, eleven-year-olds shouldn't behave that way, but I'm not Josie's Mom. "...Please...?" implored her Mom. "Oh, fine!" hissed Josie, with a hostile look in her eyes. She ripped the paper from her Mom's hand, and set off to the other side of town.

The rain pelted the ground, and the only light outside was the striking bolts of lightning. "...Stupid paper..." growled Josie under her breath. She had been running across town with a worthless scrap of newspaper for over fifteen minutes. She finally reached Old Mrs. Ander's house. She knocked on the door. "Help!" screamed a man's voice. Was it, was it her Father? She was about to go in on her own, to see why her Father was screaming, but Mrs. Ander pulled her in first.

Josie and Donald still weren't back. Why did her Husband and Daughter mess up everything? Eliza took another newspaper, and prepared to deliver it herself...