Wednesday, June 19th, 1957
Dear Diary,
I arrived at the farm today. Everything had stayed the same as it had been for the past five summers . I had been coming out here to spend the summer. Pawpaw was out in the fields, and Granny was in the house baking oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. My favorite.
Sam pulled up in the yard and let me out. I made my way inside to get unpacked as he left to go back to the fields with Pawpaw.
There's a new farmhand here now. His name is Jacob Black. He's a handsome young man, looks to be about my age. He's tall and has wonderfully beautiful skin. His smile is so big and white, and his hair is short and jet black. And his eyes; they're so...telling. I'm not good at reading faces, but his eyes, they seem like they'd give him away on everything.
When I arrived, he was listening to the story about how I cried and cried when Granny said I couldn't keep the fireflies in the jar because they would die, and that their mommies and daddies would be upset if their babies died. I was six when that happened, and I'm fourteen now. Kinda embarrassing.
The day went by slowly after Jacob had finished his sweet tea and went back out to work in the barn. Pawpaw kept the more experienced workers out in the field with him while he left the newer ones up at the house with Harry.
I spent most of the afternoon helping Granny in the kitchen. She was getting ready for the weekly dinner they had here at the house. We made beef stew, homemade rolls, and three apple pies. It was their way of saying thank you to the workers. It wasn't much, but the farmers and farmhands seemed grateful for it.
Once everyone was done eating and the dishes were cleared, I walked around to the side of the porch to sit and write for a while. I want nothing more than to be an author when I grow up, so I figure practice makes perfect, right?
Jacob was already sitting on the swing looking out at the night sky when I rounded the corner. The air was warm, with a breeze every so often that cooled my clammy skin.
When he looked up, he smiled and offered me a seat on the swing, which I gratefully took. We talked for a while, about the farm and how he came to be here. Jacob told me he was working to save money to go to college. It wouldn't be for a few more years since he was only sixteen right now, but he didn't want to spend his life here on the farm like his father had. It surprised me to know that I had known his father before he died. I remember Billy Black, but I never knew he had kids. I guess I didn't really know him that well at all.
He asked what I was carrying and I told him it was my diary. He wanted to know why I kept one and I told him about my dream to be a writer. I told him all good writers have to start somewhere and where better than in a journal. He laughed a little before agreeing with me.
Talking to Jacob was easy. It was comfortable and I feel like I've known him for a lifetime, although I only met him today. We went our separate ways shortly after Granny called me inside to get ready for bed. I assume he left with the rest of the farmers, but promised he'd drop by tomorrow for a glass of Granny's sweet iced tea around lunch.
Overall, it was a good day, but tomorrow can't come soon enough.
Okay. So, this is an idea i had brewing in my noggin for a while. Chapters will be in diary format. Updates will be often for the first few chapters to give you a better feel of the story. Most of them won't be long, some will be really short, but that's basically because you don't always have tons to say in your diary. The story itself won't be a soap opera fic, meaning that it won't be one of those never-ending ones we all love (or hate)...umm, and I think that's it. I'd love to hear your thoughts. Leave me something to read! lol :) -km3-
oh yeah, i don't own any of the peeps, just came up with the storyline. :)