Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Stepheine Meyer does...blah,blah, you know the drill.
Esme may be a tad OOC, but I intended her to be. This is basically my first fic, so tell me what you think! Enjoy!
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It was about 7am, on a cloudless May morning. I sat curled up on the porch
watching the crows dart around in the sky over the field. "Esme Anne Platt! I told you to
hang those clothes up to dry." Why did my mother have to be so utterly insufferable?
Could she not let me enjoy ten minutes to myself? "I'll do it, I'll do it," I yelled back to
her. I really should do it, or she isn't going to let Ava come over. The thought of
spending time with my best friend today was the only thing keeping me sane. So I pulled
myself up off the porch, grabbed the basket, and trudged towards the clothesline.
As I tended to this tedious chore a gust of wind sprang up, and my caramel locks
temporarily blinded me, causing me mother's blouse to blow into the field. After
retrieving it, I finished up quickly, but it seemed like forever. Did the three of us really
have that many clothes? I brought the basket back into the house, and attempted to sneak
back outside so I could having to speak with my mother. "Esme?" Damn it. "Yes,
mother?" Carolyn Platt descended the stairs, and leaned in the doorway. "Your father
said he wants you to straighten up the shed, before he gets home." My father, Phillip
Platt was visiting his ill sister just outside of Columbus. "When did he say this?," I asked
leaning over the kitchen chair. "Esme! Don't slouch," she barked at me. I controlled my
annoyance, and stood up. I did after all want to see Ava today. "He told me about the
shed this morning, before he left," she finally answered. I grumbled; I hated doing
chores, but when you lived on a farm you couldn't escape them. "Hurry up, and get on
with it. So then Ava can come over, and you can stop being so grumpy," she chided. I
rolled my eyes, and marched out the door.
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I finished up in the shed quicker than I thought I would. I was covered with dust and dirt,
but at least I was done. "I'm finished," I called as I walked through the door. "Well that's
goo-," my mother's mood quickly turned from contentment to anger. "You are covered
in filth! Even your eyes look brown instead of green." "Mother, I was cleaning, what do
you expect?" "I expect you to go upstairs this instant, and get yourself cleaned up. It isn't
proper for a young lady to be covered in filth." She dismissed me with a wave of her
hand, and I ran upstairs.
When I finished I came downstairs. "There. Happy?," I asked. "Quite," she replied barely
looking at me. I shook my head. "Can Ava come over now?" "Yes, she may," she
answered. Ava only lived down the road. So after receiving my mother's answer, I ran
out the door to fetch my best friend.