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"Destiny! Get up!"
"I don' wanna......"
"Get up! Now!"
I sighed when I received no response. My niece was even worse than my brother. Drawing the curtains open, I walked to the door, smirking as I watched her squirm from the sunlight.
"Fine!" I said, opening the door. "But don't plan on doing anything except stable cleaning if you're getting up late." Just as I expected, she shot up from bed.
"Okay! Up early, ma'am!" I laughed lightly.
"Well, hurry up and get ready. After we feed the crew I'll give you your first riding lesson."
"For real?"
"No, for fake," I said, rolling my eye. Her eyes mirrored mine. I chuckled again, and walked out, shutting the walnut door behind me.
Strolling into the kitchen, I frowned, and glared at the object, which I 'fondly' called the spawn of Satan. I meant it, too.
"So, stove. We meet again." I wagged my finger at it. "You may have won last time, but not today! Oh, no, not today!" I glanced at my other, bandaged hand. I couldn't have known that the burner was still hot!
I turned to the refrigerator and pulled out several eggs and a carton of butter. Turning, I pulled out a frying pan and set it on the demon. I could have sworn it laughed at me.
"Oh? Think you're a big-shot, ay?" I growled. "Well, today I have this!" I flashed my weapon, a splatter guard at it.
"Mornin' Sprightly!" I looked up, and blushed. Destiny had been watching me.
"Mornin' Sugar!"
"Would you like some tea?"
"Yes, with a pinch of lemon in it."
"And anything to go with it?"
"Cookies, please."
"Oh, cookies!"
"Lovely!" we cried in unison, then broke off chuckling. It was an old joke of ours.
"So, Aunt Leo, do you need help?" I shook my head.
"No, thanks. But you can set the table."
As I fried the eggs (or tried), I amused Destiny with stories of her childhood.
"Oh, I can remember when you were a baby, you know. You were the worst tempered one I had ever seen, let alone imagined-"
"Liar!" she interrupted, blushing.
"I'm not. When you were in the car, you would cry so hard your face turned purple, just when the car stopped!"
"Really?"
"Really!" I nodded. "Little pain in the butt, you were."
"Aunt Leonora, tell me about Australia." I smiled dreamily.
"Australia..." I paused. "Des, tell me something. And be honest."
"Yeah, sure."
"Do I still have that horrible Australian accent?" She shook her head, but it slowly turned into a nod.
"Badly," she admitted. I shook my head.
"Crikey! I-I mean um...."
"Australia," Destiny reminded me. I nodded.
"Right. Australia. When I was a lot younger, your age, actually, I kept thinking about how cool it would be to have an Australian accent. So when I finally got into high school, I entered an exchange program. And I went off to Australia." I stopped, and gasped. "The eggs!" A few minutes later, we both sat at the table, staring at the mass that dared to call itself food.
"What was this again?"
"Egg?" I said, unsure.
"It looks....bruised. How can you make black and blue egg?"
"......No comment." Destiny shook her head.
"Whatever. Anyway, Australia."
"Yes. Australia. I had a hard time fitting in at first. Those Australian teenagers aren't very....anyway, what was I talking about?" I glanced at her, praying I looked like I forgot.
"Never mind, Aunt Leonora. Never mind." I chuckled to myself, then I shrugged.
"Okay. Let's go feed the horses." I paused. "Oh yeah, and the ponies."
"The dogs don't eat that much!" she declared. I shrugged again.
"Says the city-girl."
"You lived in the city too!"
"Yeah, but I'm not just staying at my aunt's farm for the summer. I actually live here, and have for a few years."
"Here, you can feed Brandy. I'll get the dogs, and then we'll divide up the other horses. She nodded, and grabbing bunches of hay, fed them to my oldest mare. I, however, called the dogs into the barn.
"Jenny! Fred! Marion! Crystal, Roxanne, Mimi! Tasha, Tiger!" In a pack, the eight dogs ran into the old barn, and vacuumed up their food. I glanced at my niece, and smiled. All four horses were surrounding her, trying to snatch bits of hay. I watched her for a few minutes, until the horses became bored with her and left.
"You fed all of them." She shrugged.
"Now what?"
"It's time for a riding lesson." She cheered, then stopped suddenly. "I won't actually get to ride today, will I?" I shook my head, and she groaned.
"Adults," she muttered.
"Teenagers," I muttered. She flipped her brown hair over her shoulder.
"Oh, yeah, you Russell Crowe wannabe?" she huffed dramatically.
"Oh, yeah, you.....pickleweasel?" I huffed back, remembering the word I used when I was thirteen. She burst out laughing.
"Pickleweasel?" I shrugged, blushing. She was still laughing.
"Like my word, do you?" She nodded, gaining control again.
"Do you have any more?"
"Of course! Next to pickleweasel, there's dumbnut, numnut, stinkfoot, goomba, he-she wannabe-" I froze. "Great. Your mother will kill me now."
"Yeah, oh well. No big loss." I shook my head.
"That's it little missy!" I tackled her, and we both fell on the hay- strewn floor, the dust rising into our noses. I grinned. I had her pinned down.
"You know what this means, don't you?" Her eyes widened in horror.
"Tickle tickle tickle!" She shrieked, and squirmed desperately to try to get away from me. Suddenly, several dogs ran at us, unsure of what was happening. It became a huge, slobbery, laughing, furry, ticklish mess. I finally got myself untangled, and smiled at Destiny's shining ice blue eyes.
"Come on. Let's go clean up, hmm?
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"Destiny! Get up!"
"I don' wanna......"
"Get up! Now!"
I sighed when I received no response. My niece was even worse than my brother. Drawing the curtains open, I walked to the door, smirking as I watched her squirm from the sunlight.
"Fine!" I said, opening the door. "But don't plan on doing anything except stable cleaning if you're getting up late." Just as I expected, she shot up from bed.
"Okay! Up early, ma'am!" I laughed lightly.
"Well, hurry up and get ready. After we feed the crew I'll give you your first riding lesson."
"For real?"
"No, for fake," I said, rolling my eye. Her eyes mirrored mine. I chuckled again, and walked out, shutting the walnut door behind me.
Strolling into the kitchen, I frowned, and glared at the object, which I 'fondly' called the spawn of Satan. I meant it, too.
"So, stove. We meet again." I wagged my finger at it. "You may have won last time, but not today! Oh, no, not today!" I glanced at my other, bandaged hand. I couldn't have known that the burner was still hot!
I turned to the refrigerator and pulled out several eggs and a carton of butter. Turning, I pulled out a frying pan and set it on the demon. I could have sworn it laughed at me.
"Oh? Think you're a big-shot, ay?" I growled. "Well, today I have this!" I flashed my weapon, a splatter guard at it.
"Mornin' Sprightly!" I looked up, and blushed. Destiny had been watching me.
"Mornin' Sugar!"
"Would you like some tea?"
"Yes, with a pinch of lemon in it."
"And anything to go with it?"
"Cookies, please."
"Oh, cookies!"
"Lovely!" we cried in unison, then broke off chuckling. It was an old joke of ours.
"So, Aunt Leo, do you need help?" I shook my head.
"No, thanks. But you can set the table."
As I fried the eggs (or tried), I amused Destiny with stories of her childhood.
"Oh, I can remember when you were a baby, you know. You were the worst tempered one I had ever seen, let alone imagined-"
"Liar!" she interrupted, blushing.
"I'm not. When you were in the car, you would cry so hard your face turned purple, just when the car stopped!"
"Really?"
"Really!" I nodded. "Little pain in the butt, you were."
"Aunt Leonora, tell me about Australia." I smiled dreamily.
"Australia..." I paused. "Des, tell me something. And be honest."
"Yeah, sure."
"Do I still have that horrible Australian accent?" She shook her head, but it slowly turned into a nod.
"Badly," she admitted. I shook my head.
"Crikey! I-I mean um...."
"Australia," Destiny reminded me. I nodded.
"Right. Australia. When I was a lot younger, your age, actually, I kept thinking about how cool it would be to have an Australian accent. So when I finally got into high school, I entered an exchange program. And I went off to Australia." I stopped, and gasped. "The eggs!" A few minutes later, we both sat at the table, staring at the mass that dared to call itself food.
"What was this again?"
"Egg?" I said, unsure.
"It looks....bruised. How can you make black and blue egg?"
"......No comment." Destiny shook her head.
"Whatever. Anyway, Australia."
"Yes. Australia. I had a hard time fitting in at first. Those Australian teenagers aren't very....anyway, what was I talking about?" I glanced at her, praying I looked like I forgot.
"Never mind, Aunt Leonora. Never mind." I chuckled to myself, then I shrugged.
"Okay. Let's go feed the horses." I paused. "Oh yeah, and the ponies."
"The dogs don't eat that much!" she declared. I shrugged again.
"Says the city-girl."
"You lived in the city too!"
"Yeah, but I'm not just staying at my aunt's farm for the summer. I actually live here, and have for a few years."
"Here, you can feed Brandy. I'll get the dogs, and then we'll divide up the other horses. She nodded, and grabbing bunches of hay, fed them to my oldest mare. I, however, called the dogs into the barn.
"Jenny! Fred! Marion! Crystal, Roxanne, Mimi! Tasha, Tiger!" In a pack, the eight dogs ran into the old barn, and vacuumed up their food. I glanced at my niece, and smiled. All four horses were surrounding her, trying to snatch bits of hay. I watched her for a few minutes, until the horses became bored with her and left.
"You fed all of them." She shrugged.
"Now what?"
"It's time for a riding lesson." She cheered, then stopped suddenly. "I won't actually get to ride today, will I?" I shook my head, and she groaned.
"Adults," she muttered.
"Teenagers," I muttered. She flipped her brown hair over her shoulder.
"Oh, yeah, you Russell Crowe wannabe?" she huffed dramatically.
"Oh, yeah, you.....pickleweasel?" I huffed back, remembering the word I used when I was thirteen. She burst out laughing.
"Pickleweasel?" I shrugged, blushing. She was still laughing.
"Like my word, do you?" She nodded, gaining control again.
"Do you have any more?"
"Of course! Next to pickleweasel, there's dumbnut, numnut, stinkfoot, goomba, he-she wannabe-" I froze. "Great. Your mother will kill me now."
"Yeah, oh well. No big loss." I shook my head.
"That's it little missy!" I tackled her, and we both fell on the hay- strewn floor, the dust rising into our noses. I grinned. I had her pinned down.
"You know what this means, don't you?" Her eyes widened in horror.
"Tickle tickle tickle!" She shrieked, and squirmed desperately to try to get away from me. Suddenly, several dogs ran at us, unsure of what was happening. It became a huge, slobbery, laughing, furry, ticklish mess. I finally got myself untangled, and smiled at Destiny's shining ice blue eyes.
"Come on. Let's go clean up, hmm?
So what do you think? Only my first chapter, but still, is it good? Bad? Okay? Write a review and tell me!