Now this is a romantic story, but you'll have to give it time, ok? And I just started rewriting it, so...there isn't much. And keep in mind that the original was written when I was in eighth grade. Thanks for reading this boring befor the story stuff...now for the story.
Boston
June 18, 2007
Natalie eased herself into her favorite rocking chair. Today was just one of those days where all one wants to do is reminisce about forgotten days. Casually she watches the clouds amble across the sky. Today Natalie is feeling every day of her twenty-three years.
She lets her mind take her back to yesteryear. Before Xaid left, before Miss Indiana, before Pa died, and before the accident. Back to when the days were more carefree and easy. She remembered that day as if it had only happened yesterday.
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“Natalie Faye! How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from those chemicals?! I told you before to stay out of that barn while your father’s working. “Madame stated firmly, “One of these days you’re going to hurt yourself and you’ll be sorry you didn’t listen.”
When Madame told her that, she blew it off. She just wasn’t confident in my ability to handle myself. What did she know? She was a city girl, lost in the farm life. She rolled her eyes and left the kitchen.
Quickly she headed out towards the milking barn. She grabbed a bucket from the shelf and sat down to milk Zillah. An idea rushed into her mind, why don’t I invite some of my friends over? Almost as soon as the idea was formed she shot it down. Idiot, Madame wouldn’t ever let you; especially because you wouldn’t invite Kathleene.
Madame always said that these things were a waste of time. She hated having people over. Quite the opposite was my Pa; he loved people and would (as always) be on my side. So she hurried with the milking and headed out to find him.
“Pa? Pa? Where are you?” Now she should’ve stopped right there.
Pa always answered her callings. It was like he had a ‘Natalie sense’; but the one time he didn’t, she decided to look for him. She looked everywhere she could think of with her fourteen-year-old brain.
She ran out to the corn field. Surely he had to be out there planting the corn. But he was nowhere to be found.
She was just about to give up when she heard the chemical barn door shut. Pa has to be in there! She thought excitedly. So she pranced into the barn like a young calf, and she tripped on a bucket and fell to the floor face first.
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