Chapter Eight
She woke up, cold. Beatrice mostly didn't have any covers, she never thought to steal from the kingdoms castle, although she has full regret.
Of course, she was hungry too. As she watched John sleep peacefully, she then decided to go and find food, afterall, it mustn't be too far away from the shack.
The opened the big doors as quiet as she could, although they made creaking sounds while doing so.
She carried on, as it was sunny out.
All she knew was, it was going to be short, or at least that's what she thought.
Starting to walk, she went to the road that looked like it might have food, even though telling it would be impossible.
She sighed, carrying on her restless journey.
After a few minutes, she smelled something rather good. She knew it was food, even though she didn't know what it was.
After smelling it, following the savory scent, she spotted a small cottage.
Desperate, she knocked the doors of the place. After two minutes, an old woman came out. Her hair in a ball, with a huge smile. "Hello!" She said to Beatrice, greeting her in. "Hi" Beatrice happily said.
"Would you like some porrige? I've got plenty!"
She couldn't believe what she heard, that smell so delightful was porridge?
I guess this is what starvation does to you.
"Of course!" Beatrice said, coming in. "No problem" the old lady led her to the kitchen, where there was a table with porridge on it.
The porridge had fruit on it, like strawberries. Beatrice licked her lips, with no hesitation to eat the meal.
"Thanks for bringing me into your home! That was very nice of you!" Said Beatrice with cheeks stuffed with porrige. "Oh, no problem" the old lady smiled almost non human like, but Beatrice didn't notice.
Heres another chapter! Short, but had a lot going on and couldn't write a bunch!
