Julie Reynders - Quick Narrative Write 1

The warm, earthy, comforting smell of my wood stairs surrounded my environment. I was glancing around my hallway, quickly analysing my surroundings. I looked at my ivory white radiator with a grin on my face. I then spotted a red permanent marker in the corner of my eye. The grin grew. I immediately knew what I wanted to do, rather, needed to do. I made sure neither of my parents would be here to catch me in the act. I moved my tiny body across the room, and grabbed the marker. An evil little gi...