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Prairie Lakes, 1893
Elizabeth McGuire awoke with the sun pouring into her window. She slowly cracked her eyes open, no wonder it was so bright, she had forgotten to shut her curtains last night. Elizabeth, or Lizzie to her friends, sat up slowly and looked to her left. Miranda was still sleeping. Lizzie felt a sad grin come over her face. Ever since Miranda's parents and brother had died of scarlet fever, when Miranda and Lizzie were 6, Miranda had moved in with them. She was part of their family, Lizzie smiled. She was glad she now had a sister, which was what Miranda was to her. Lizzie knew her mother was ecstatic to have another daughter, even though the events had been tragic. She pushed her long, crazy, blonde hair out of her eyes. Lizzie rubbed her eyes, pushed back her quilt and swung her bare feet onto the warm, sun soaked wooden floor. She stood up slowly and pulled her long, white cotton nightgown down; it had gotten badly bunched up in her sleep. She walked to the door of her room and peeked out quietly, she could hear the faint sounds of her mother making breakfast and she could also smell the familiar scent of, apple butter and biscuits. Lizzie shut the door and quickly pulled off her cotton nightgown; she reached into her makeshift closet and pulled out a light pink flower printed cotton dress. She grabbed her hairbrush off of her vanity desk and quickly brushed it through her long unruly hair. The brush was silver with white bristles, it was Lizzie's most valuable possession, and it had been her grandmothers, then her mothers, then her mother past it on to her. She placed the brush back down on her vanity. Lizzie rummaged through her drawers and found a pair of white, long cotton socks, she lifted her plain dress up, which was made by her mother of course, like all of Lizzie's things, and she pulled the socks up her shins. She searched on her knees under her bed and around her room until she found her brown lace up boots, after slipping those on and lacing them up and opened her door, shut it behind her. She looked down the hall where no doubt her little brother Matt was probably sleeping. She tiptoed as quietly as she could to the end of the hall and opened his door slowly, as she was opening it, it creaked loudly. Lizzie winced and waited holding her breathe no sound from inside the room. She slowly crept in and sure enough, Matt was curled in a ball murmuring something, which was incomprehensible to her. She crept to his window and yanked the curtains open. The warn sunlight immediately poured into the room.
"Mornin sunshine, you knew you would have to get up in about 5 minutes anyway, to help Papa with the chores" Lizzie addressed him smiling, and laughing, as he shot up out of bed.
"Ugh………..so are you trying to say I should thank you?" He groaned as Lizzie left the room.
She walked down the stairs, jumping the third to last step, which creaked. Lizzie walked into the kitchen to find her mother putting more wood into their wood burning stove. Lizzie watched her mother wipe her hands on her apron. Lizzie grabbed her apron off the back on the kitchen door and slipped it on, double knotting the back.
"Good morning, Mother" Lizzie smiled at her mom. She grabbed four plates and set the table.
" Good morning dear, only three today, your father left early to go into town, we needed more feed for Bear" She motioned to their full grown golden retriever, sitting by the door looking confused. Lizzie gave bear a quick kiss on the nose, before she put the fourth plate away. She walked outside to head to their freezer; she looked around and noticed the first signs of spring. The leaves were a perfect shade of green, and the flowers were in full bloom. Lizzie heard the door to the kitchen shut and she turned around
"Morning Miranda, glad you finally got up" Lizzie smiled
Miranda had her dark brown hair in two braids on the side; no doubt Lizzie mom had braided them. Miranda's hair was getting long, it was almost to the middle of her back, not as long as Lizzie's though, which came down to her butt. Miranda was lucky too, her hair was as straight as straw, unlike Lizzie's wispy, wavy blonde mess. She often got compliments on it, but to her it was just a hassle.
They two friends started walking toward the freezer, it was underground, as Lizzie climbed the two steps down and opened the wooden door, she held her breathe. It always smelled awful, she didn't understand why, the freezer kept things fresh, and maybe it was the underground smell? She pulled a pitcher of fresh milk, she knew her father had stashed there this morning. She shut the door behind her, and Lizzie and Miranda walked back towards the house.
"Hi Ma" Miranda addressed her mom when they had gotten into the house. Lizzie was happy Miranda called her mother, her mother too. It had taken a while but finally it had happened
"Ma, is it ok if Miranda and I go into town?" Lizzie asked her mom sweetly.
"I don't see why not" Lizzie's mother told her.
Just then there was a thud, thud, thud, coming from the steps and Matt emerged. He ran out the door as fast as a bolt of lightning, followed by Bear.
"He's in a hurry." Miranda noticed.
Lizzie grabbed a biscuit, handed one to Miranda and together they headed to the dirt road, for the 10 minute walk into town.