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CHAPTER 1:
Lilah's P.O.V.
Beep! Beep! Beep! The annoying sound of my alarm clock filled my room. Groaning, I flipped over and pounded a fist on it. The clock fell on my nightstand and crashed to the floor, it's numbers flickering, then going out.
Great, that's my fifth alarm clock this year. I thought as I sat up in bed and stretched. I slipped out of bed and walked over to my closet. I picked out a ¾ inch sleeved shirt, a pair of jean overalls, and some mud-splattered working boots.
I tied my laces and glanced over at the clock, then remembered that I'd murdered it. Luckily, I glanced at the time before it died, so I assumed it was around 5:20 in the morning.
Why was I, a 12-year-old girl getting up and changed at 5:20 in the morning, you ask?
Because I'm a farmer's daughter, that's why.
I live in Kansas, born and raised. I love it's beautiful plains, rolling hills, and ever-present smell of alfalfa in the air. The sweetness that just fills the air and the fact that there isn't another human soul besides me, my dad, and Randy, in miles around just makes me smile.
Randy was only 7 or so years younger than my dad. He was extremely tan with a slight sunburn, close-cut brown hair, baby blue eyes, and a small patch of stubble on his chin. He was not only the only help (besides me) my dad had on the farm, but he was my closest confident.
Apparently, my mom left as soon as I was born. My dad says I inherited her straight black hair and pale skin with a natural, pretty glow. However, I got my father's bright, baby blue eyes, shattering me and my mom's close resemblance.
I tromped through the hall and down the stairs to the kitchen. The newspaper was lying on the table, unread, and a tall glass of orange juice sat untouched in the middle of the counter.
I smiled to myself as I helped myself to the glass of OJ. Randy. The stable hand was always looking out for me, and had become a very close friend to both me and my father. Breakfast was long over, and he had saved me a glass, probably telling my dad that he'd drink it later.
I took long gulps and set down the empty glass. I put it into the sink and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Today was going to be a long day, I could just tell by the unwanted pulp that slid down my throat.
The sun beat down strongly, warming me instantly as I trudged over to the stables. Fortunately, the only other chore besides taking care of the horses I had was to feed the three stupid chickens, meaning I could spend practically all day with my horses. Unfortunately, the chore I had to do for the horses was mucking.
I got out the shovel and made my way to the first stall, belonging to Ginger, a chestnut mare.
"Hey there, Ginger." I said stroking her gently. Apparently she had some sort of significance to my dad. I think she belonged to some girl named Heather from a long, long time ago. The horse was just beginning to become elderly. I took a little extra time cleaning out the stall, because she was so important to my dad.
I moved over to Topher, my dad's black stallion. I finished his stall, then made my way over to Baby Cakes, my dad's other horse. Baby Cakes, or Baby, was a ginger mare who was also expecting. Xavier was next, a white male colt. He was as obnoxious as usual. Finally, I made my way over to my horse's stall. Makayla stood straight, an expectant look on her face. She was only a baby but had great intelligence (Unlike her twin Xavier) and knew I probably had some sugar cubes on me.
"Hey there, girly." I smiled, reaching into my pocket for a cube. As she happily munched, I got down to business, mucking out her stall. When I was done, I groomed her and sat, talking to her.
Eventually I decided it was probably time to go inside for a long overdue lunch. I pulled off my mucking boots that I slipped over my other regular boots, and took
Off my cover-up jacket.
I ran across the lawn, up to the back of the house, and slipped in the sliding glass door.
I untied my boots and took them off.
The sound of voices flooded through the kitchen. It sounded like dad and Randy were in conversation in the living room. I started to make way to them, but stopped short.
"It's time to let her go." Randy said.
"No! She's the only part of Persephone I have let." My dad said, getting quieter towards the end.
"But it's dangerous to let her stay!" Randy argued.
Somehow, I figured that the "her" they were talking about was me.
"You have the locket, anyway." Randy continued.
Silence.
"Hades knows she's alive, healthy, and staying here." Randy again.
"I would give my life to know that my baby girl is okay." I heard the anger creeping into my dad's voice.
"She'll be the death of us all!" Randy shouted. His voice echoed through the house. "I doubt she's even yours! Every plant she touches, she kills! She literally caught a hydrangea bush on fire! By looking at it!"
I remembered that day. I was five years old, and my dad took me outside to a special garden he'd made just for me.
"You'll love it! It'll be the best garden in Kansas! Your mother will be so proud. Isn't it wonderful?" He'd asked me. I'd given him a look and said something like, Gardening is so boring. I hate flowers. His eyes grew so wide, and he almost dropped me off his back. What? He'd been so….flabbergasted, for lack of better word. Almost disappointed. I'd turned my head away from him, refusing to me his eyes. I settled on glaring at a hydrangea bush. And it caught fire.
I was sick of hearing this conversation. Tears pooling in my eyes, I clutched at the locket I knew Randy was talking about. The only thing I have from my mother. I rarely took it off. I pushed through the swinging door to the living room, where I found my dad and my friend squaring off. They looked over at me in surprise.
"If I'm such a burden to you, I guess I'll just leave!" I yelled, glaring at them both. I was well aware of the fact that a vase of daffodils withered, blackened, and died behind them.
I turned to leave.
"Good! Once you're gone, we'll all be safe." I stopped suddenly, in shock at what I thought was my best friend's comment.
That was not the reaction I was hoping for.
I turned around. "What?"
"It's either you, or me." Randy said quite seriously.
Dun dun dun! Well, in the next chapter, things get….humorous. ;) Sorry it's short, but I'm updating before I go on a little vay-cay. Happy 4th of July weekend, people! Remember, reviews are love! (And it isn't quite so serious from here on out =P)
MY PLAYLIST FOR THIS CHAPTER:
(Not songs that inspired me, but songs I listened to as I wrote.)
1. Toxic- Britney Spears
2. If I Had You- Adam Lambert
3. When I Grow Up- Pussycat Dolls
4. She Wolf- Shakira
5. Your Love Is My Drug- Ke$ha
I love all these songs! Check 'em out!
Reviews make me sing and dance really crazy! XD
Read on and Rock out-
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