"Thank you Ms. Brown, I'll help you load this up" I said. I grabbed the strawberries and walked over to the old pickup and unlatched the tailgate. "Thank you Blaine!" "No problem ma'ma. Tell Maddie I said hi." "Oh I will B; I'll see you at church on Sunday! Tell your parents I said hi," said Ms. Brown. "I will" I ran my hand through my hair as the pickup crept down the dusty dirt road. I walked back to my stand kicking my boots in the dirt and gravel. I grabbed my keys and money box and walked back to my truck. I hoped in and rested my head on the steering wheel. I wished that I didn't have to put up such an act anymore it was getting really tiring. I flipped to the radio stations till I found my favorite. "Who'd wanna live down there in the middle of nowhere? They've never drove through Indiana, met the man who plowed that earth, planted that seed, busted his ass for you and me. Or caught a harvest moon in Kansas. They'd understand why God make those fly over states." I sang.

I turned down the gravel road that leads to my house. I stopped in front of the barn and climbed out. I heard mama yelling for me from the house. "Blaine, hurry and go wash up your late for dinner!" "Sorry mama I had to help Ms. Brown load up some strawberries. She says hi again by the way." I said. "Well okay then, but hustle up now." I ran up the stairs to the last door on the left to my room to change my shirt and wash my hands. I galloped down the stairs a fast as I could, knowing that they would be waiting for me. "Hi dad" I said as cheerful as I could. I watched him nod a little and return to his newspaper. Same old dad I though. "How did the stand go today, Blaine?" asked my mom. "It went really well I sold all of the strawberries and all but two of the watermelons." "That's great honey!" I grinned. "Let's say grace before we eat" my father announced. I grabbed my mother's hand and reluctantly reached for my fathers. "Dear Lord, bless this food you have given us. We pray that you help those who have sinned and we thank you for these blessing. Amen" preached my dad. I grabbed the salad and then passed it on to my mother, avoiding eye contact with my father as he spoke about the sermon for church on Sunday. I helped mama clear the table and went out to feed the horses.

Author's Note:

This is my first story published ever so be kind please! I know this chapter was short but I wanted to see the response before I wrote a whole story! Please review, I want to know if people like this story line! Ask questions! I'll do my best to respond! Thanks 3