Happy New Year everyone :) I hope it's a good one! encase any of you guys wonder, the part in this chapter and the next when it get's up that has the cows really happened to me. see what i sacrifice for you readers? you should feel special. :)
"Where were you?" Mom demand as I walked in.
"School."
"No, the bus passed by fifteen minutes ago. Where were you?"
Shit ass "I rode home with Olive." She gave me that look mom's do when they know your lying. "Fine, I missed the bus and got a ride home with this guy in my class."
"Hmm, and that's why you got home after the bus?"
"We got lost." I tossed my bag and coat on the stool by the island.
"And that's why your dad called me saying he saw you on a motorcycle with a guy pulling into the drive at the old Cyncad place."
"Cyncad?" I went to the fridge to find nothing but milk and beef, curse living on a dairy farm. "That's a funny name."
"Don't lie to me little Miss miss." I could hear her put her hands on her hips "Get out of there, there ain't nottin in there."
"Fine," I turned to face her "I got a ride with Adam Cyncad, went to his place, had some hot coco, talked, met his folks which are very nice people by the way, then he dropped me off not to far from the driveway so I wouldn't have to explain the reason for riding home with him which I already am so it was a big waste of time." I took a breath "That's it, all in the open now."
"Well, for lying to me, you're taking your brother's milk shift," my jaw dropped "Both morning and night." She looked very satisfied with her handy work.
"Fine." I knew fighting wouldn't help, maybe I can sweet talk Dad into getting me out of it when he gets home.
"Any homework?" Mom returned to what I assumed was supper.
"No, whatcha makin'?"
"Scout potatoes."
"I'm making rice."
"Kay."
I walked into the living room and went upstairs to my room. Flopping myself face first onto the bed, I turn on the clock radio on my night stand and let Carrie Underwood singing about a Cowboy Casanova fill my ears as I let the guilt of kissing Adam slowly seep in. I'm not the most 'goody two shoes' in the world, but when my head's out of the gutter I have certain rules. Like if I kiss a guy that's not my boyfriend, it's at a school dance and there for ruled as a one night fling.
But it wasn't at a school dance. It was in the middle of Borden road; almost smack dap in the middle of Michigan, which is in the middle of the upper right hand corner of the U.S, which is in the middle of North America. God, I have a thing for middles don't I?
I sat up and grabbed my stuffed teddy bear from the corner of my bed "Teddy," I asked (yes, I still talk to my stuffed animals, what's it to you?) "What am I going to do? I mean, I like him as friend and all but I have no idea were the Belle that asked him to kiss me came from." I sighed inwardly "Though it was nice, I've only known him for three mother fuckin days! That might be okay for Olive and Lo but not me." I looked at the smile sewn on Teddy "I'll talk to you latter." Turning off the radio, I headed down stairs.
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Around ten-thirty that night, I went into the T.V room to get one of Mom's Highlander DVD's, still in a huff about milking all weekend 'I might be the king, but the queen overrules the king.' As my dad always says.
About to flick on the lights, I stopped short thinking I might give myself a heart attack. A wolf was out side the window, eating the dead weeds.
Wait, that's not right. It's too big to be anything but a… "Shit ass!"
Bolting up the stairs and into my folk's room, "Mom, Dad did you know there's a cow in your front yard?"
"What?" they groaned. It was way passed their—and mine, except on Wednesday nights—bedtime.
"Yeah, the cows got out again." I said as Mom got up to look out the window. Dad was always a little slow when he's sleeping, having to get up at four in the morning every day I don't blame him.
"Morris," Mom groaned, slipping on her house coat "Morris!"
"Hmm?"
"Cows are out."
"Awe shit." He bolted (as fast as a 59 year old can) out of bed and I assumed stared to pull his pants on, cause I already turn towards the door to wake up my brother Karle. When the cows get out, it's a family event minus the four that already moved out.
"Karle?" he grunted "Cows are out." I went back to my bedroom to slip on some pajama pants that had to be warmer that Eyore shorts, and clomped down the stairs into the kitchen for my milk boots and a coat.
When everybody was up and ready to go, we walked out into the freezing night. Lucky for us, we only have ten cows at our place and the other 103 are up the road at my dead grandma/ my sister Kate's place. That would not be a pleasant sight believe you me.
"Belle, get over there!" Dad hollered at me.
"Over where?"
"Between your brother and the garage!"
Karle (did I mention he's 30? Yeah that's a little important, I think.), was by the little red barn that used to house the young boy cows, before they broke out of it last summer that Daddy still hasn't fix. From where I was standing, there was probably ten yards between the two of us. Have you seen a cow? It's not that fat.
"Belle, move closer to Karle!" Mom said, as she was supervising this thing.
"Dad just told me stand over."
"And I just told you to go over there. Where is your dad anyway?"
"I don't know." I threw my hands in the air as walked to were she instructed "He's your husband."
"That don't mean squat."
"He's in the barn." Karle broke in.
'The barn' meaning this really big old brown barn that sat not too far from the little red barn. When I say big, I mean it's three stories high and 53x27 feet, the little one's not nearly that big, it the size of an average house trailer.
Just then, a Holstein came rushing out the big barn.
what happens next? join us next week for the exciting conclusion on !
