Hello everyone! I am SO SORRY for doing this, when I hate it when I'm reading a story that just fades out. Unfortunately, I started writing this story at a different patch in my life, and now I've changed, and so have my stories. I may come back to this, but for now I just can't, and I am really sorry about that. Here is what I had for the beginning of chapter 4, and if you want to take over the story go ahead, you can use what I have so far and continue it or you can change it, but please give me some credit for the first couple of chapters if you do.
Thank you J.E. Foxina for your encouraging review in the previous chapter, I'm sorry for abandoning this fic.
Disclaimer: I know I've said it before but I have to say it again, even if this isn't much of a chapter: I own nothing!
And now, here is the chapter 4 preview... again, you can adopt this story if you want, I may come back to it someday but it just wasn't worth it, the story was going nowhere and I had almost no reviews telling me if I should continue or not.
I groan as I trim the hedges with the hot sun beating down on me, burning my skin and causing dizzying episodes every time I move too quickly. My arms ache with the weight of the heavy hedge clippers, and I stumble repeatedly as my bare feet are cut and bruised by stones and twigs. Father has commanded me to trim the hedges today. I was kept home from school all day to scrub the floors and vacuum the carpets, and the fresh welts from yesterday's punishment burned every time I moved. I am so numb from exhaustion I hardly even feel the pain: I suppose that is somewhat of a blessing, perhaps? Finally, I finish with the hedges and stow away all the gardening equipment in the shed before hosing off the dirt and blood from my wearied feet. I slip inside and fetch the mail, immediately handing it to Father at the table.
Well, there it is... the chapter 4 preview. Thank you everyone who has read this far :)