Once Upon A

Myteacher began to.read us a story..its eighth grade but hey, we get a break. She was reading us stories about Christmas. I never reliezed Christmas was almost here.
My walk home is almost as boring as nothing. I lived on the corner of fourth and never. Yeah, the fact was...I didnt care where I lived. I just knew I was gonna cime home to...
"Melien!" A voice called. Grandma. Yes. I live with my Grandma. No, my parents arent dead. My mom works over in Colorado, and my dad lives in California...but I live In NY. In my opinion the most beautiful world. Ever.
Yeah...my house is actually pretty cute. We live in a huge Hotel called the Honal. Its a huge building, beautiful, porecelin windows, greece structures, nice people, a bakery, anything you could imagine. Its beautiful. Im proud to call it home.
I unlock the Hotel door to our home and there sits Nana. My grandma. I throw my bookbag down and sit next to her.
"Hi, Nana. I see you are baking?" I look over to the kitchen when the beautiful kitchen shines. Spotless. She nods and motions me to follow her. "Look here,Melien." She holdsout what looks tobe an envelope. It is. And its adressed to me. I slowly open it.
My eyes skim the paper. Faster and faster they rhome. Im finally able to process it. "NANA!" I scream. "It's from Uncle Marko! HES COMING TO STAY FOR CHRISTMAS!" Uncle Marko was my dads brother. He is pretty cool. She nods her head.
"Yes, my dear. He wwill be arriving in about a week. He is hoping before Chriatmas Eve." She smiled and went back to baking.
I walked into my bedroom and saw it was festive. Nana must've been busy today. It was beautiful. My tree was bright and glorious. The ordements were just righg.
"Thank you Nana." I said. "Oh, but i didnt decorate your room. Zachary did."
Zach...was the 24 year old bell man. He helped carry luggage up and down. He was also my friend. SoI told Nana i was going out. And ran down ti thank him.