(THIS IS BEFORE THE WATTPAD STORY❤️ you’re Lizzie!)

Lizzie was stuck in Orlaiths basement, like all the other grannies. She couldn’t wait to get her daily food, although her wrist did hurt quite a lot.

Back in Lizzies days she was a traveler! She went high and low! Until she went to that bingo game how many years ago, she was taken by Orlaith. Her grandkids must be missing their Christmas money.

“Alrighty twerps, we’re out of bread so y’all will just have to do with pickles.” Orlaiths voice echos through the basement, no one dared to talk back to her, as she always had a gun on her.

The old women she kept in her basement all lined up for the pickles, it was Lizzies turn,

“Here you go.” Orlaith says to her, giving her the plastic bag, which was filled with expired pickles, “I gave you extras” She winks.

Lizzie stayed in the corner, observing all the other women, eating her expired pickles until she sees Orlaith walking towards her

“I need you to pretend to be my grandmother, come upstairs.” Orlaith orders, soon they were sitting in front of very important men, yapping.