Chapter 11:

Several Days Later…

Chelsea groaned in distress. She straightened out her back and twisted it. Her field was once again littered with weeds, rocks, boulders, and many branches.

"Alrighty, the weeds don't un plant themselves. Un plant. Pfff. I'm such a retard." Chelsea began to hum to herself as she pulled weed after weed and shoved rock and branch into her beach bag.

…

The sun was beginning to get high in the sky when a certain old man came hobbling up the path. His head was covered with an old sun hat. The edges were wide and dipped on the side of his head, there was a faded part on the rim of the circle top that seemed like there was once a ribbon going around the edge. Chelsea breathed a long sigh and stood up to see the old man. She waved at him as he slowly emerged from the rocks.

Chelsea began to tuck away her shinny new axe and hammer when the old man stepped up to her.

"Hey Chelsea. I got that order of clothes and such that you needed a while back."

"Wha? …. Oh! Yeah! Cool thanks Taro."

"Their at my house would you like them now or are you still.."

"No I'm done for today. Lets."

…

The two had slowly walked down to the shipper's house where there was a large crate outside. The wood that held the sides together was slightly opened.

"Did you open it?" Chelsea commented as she slowly inspected the crate. Taro huffed proudly and nodded.

"Well, I'll take it from here." Chelsea said as she slowly moved the crate on to the rollers.

"Wait Chelsea!" Elliot called from the window.

"What?" Her breath was slightly broken, she just began to climb the small hill to reach her farm.

"Your receipt!" Elliot ran up to her holding a tiny slip of paper.

"Thanks Ell… but I didn't order…. Wait!" Chelsea began to fumble around in her pockets for some money. Pulling out some coins she hands them to Elliot.

He slowly took them and slides them one by one into his pocket. He was staring at Chelsea only she wasn't at him. Her eyes were on the rows of bright orange day lilies behind him. They swayed in the breeze and reflected their warm summer orange onto their vibrant lime green leaves.

The hem of Chelsea's shirt slightly lifted in the warm summery breeze, when she looks back at Elliot's face.

"Got to go. Looks of shit to unpack." Turned her back to Elliot, she began to climb the rest of the hill to her farm.

"Wait Chelly!"

Chelsea stopped dead in her tracks. There was a slight wind that uplifted the tips of her hair then settled them back down. She was frozen. "Chelly! Wait for me!"

Chelsea quickly turned around and bent down to the little blond girl's height. "What is it Eliza? Need somethin'?"

"I was wondering what you were doing with that crate. Well Charlie was but I wanted to know is it make up or could it be imported dresses. I always wanted a fancy dress with a pink bow in the back. Daddy said that I can't have it but that doesn't matter. He said that when I turn 15 I could have one. And I only have -7-9-10-11-12-13-14-15- eight more years."

"No dear it's not. But it's actually has some clothes if you want to help me unpack them." Chelsea voice dripped with kindness. It wasn't mean and fake but the kindness was running over her like an ocean.

"Yeah!"

"Here get on my back I'll give you a piggyback ride. K?"

"Yeah!" Eliza jumped onto Chelsea's back as Chelsea began to push the crate again.

…

"Thanks for your help Eliza!" Chelsea said waving from her front door. It was sunset and the sky was colored with pinks, oranges, blues, and yellows. Eliza's little blond head bounced up and down as she skipped down Chelsea's path to the town and back to her house.

Chelsea turned around and looked at the mess she and Eliza had just created. Taro had given her the honeymoon special. She got…

1 pair of moccasins (light brown with fringe)

3 yellow elbow length shirts

1 orange work shirt

1 red bandana

3 knee length jeans

7 bras and underwear

4 pairs of cotton socks

2 pairs of wool socks

2 pairs of jeans

2 pairs of pajamas (one summer set- one long winter set)

1 knit cap

1 pair of working gloves

1 rucksack

and from Felicia as a gift for being an 'independent woman'

4 balls of yarn(2 cotton –blue and orange- 2 wool – white and black)

2 pairs of knitting needles (1 large-1 small)

1 hairbrush

2 soap bars

1 sea sponge

It was a list and a list indeed. I can't believe they spent this much money on me. I hope they didn't do this because they actually think I'll save them from ruin. Poor bastards they don't know what their in for.

Chelsea slowly began to pick up her new clothes off the floor and her new home items and put them on her bed. She carefully folded each article of clothing and simply placed them in her draws. She carried one soap and the brush to the bathroom and ripped the sponge in half. Placing one next to the kitchen sink and the other by the shower. Taking the cloth and yarn she carried them over to the book cabinet and shoved them on the lower shelf.

Slowly trudging over to her bed and fell on top fast asleep within minutes.

…

It looked like night out, but it was really three AM. Chelsea slowly crawled/walked over to her shed and grabbed her materials.

She opened the doors and grabbed as many shingles and siding as possible also nails. Her hammer was already nestled at the bottom of her new rucksack as she closed the double doors.

Chelsea trotted across the field and over to the coop. She began to pull out the shingles and stack them next to the coop. Her rickety ladder was already placed next to the building as she grabbed about ten shingles and climbed to the roof. Tiny sprinkled to dew dripped along the remaining shingles causing the roof to be slightly slippery. Watching her step, Chelsea crawled over to a huge hole in the roof and began to patch it.

…

It was mid day and most of the island was up and about. Chelsea stood in front of her fully fixed barn and coop. She gleamed with pride. Her cheeks were beginning to be slightly flushed as she lifted her rucksack off the ground and on to her back. Jogging to the town, it was time for foraging.

What she could find she would keep. Weather it be heart shaped herbs or rocks and twigs. Everything mattered.

It was around four when Chelsea slowly began to head towards the shipper's house to ship the last of her day's work when she caught sight of a certain shadow. Tip toeing over to the darkly dressed man she was a good 15 feet away, when she began to yell native American calls into the air. Chelsea charged forward just as the cowboy turned to see the wild farmer racing towards him. He instantly jumped out of the way revealing the wall to Nick's Dinner.

Unable to stop Chelsea collided with the wall stopping her completely.

She stammered backward holding her nose. "Uggghh. What was that for Dick head?" She hissed at Vaughn.

"Dick head? I was just protecting myself from a rabid Indian!"

"Do I look like I'm rabid? I've never eve gotten rabies." Small droplets of blood began to seep between her fingers as Chelsea stormed off to her farm.

Mumbling to herself, Chelsea threw the herbs towards the shipping bin and continued to walk towards her farm. "What do they care. As long as I work and keep this town on the map they don't give a flying fuck about me. Well…. That little shitbag couldn't careless if I drowned in the ocean or fell off my roof. Why the hell would he care? I might as well. Taro could totally find me a replacement anytime. I even heard that there's a guys staying at the inn who wants to farm. The little prick can have my job if he wants!"

Chelsea was now next to her barn climbing up the ladder grumbling to herself again. She slowly climbed to the top of the roof and crawled to the edge. The summer ocean breeze slipped against her hair lifting it up and off her shoulders.

She sat at the edge of the roof and let her feet dangle on the edge. From her view she could see almost the whole island. The tiny houses dotting the small town, the dock, the little bridges branching off the town. Even her own house seemed small from her view. Her small crops slipped and slide through the wind as the sun baked their leaves.

Chelsea sighed and watched and unwanted visitor jog onto her farm. She watched him run around like a lost puppy till he must have spotted her on her barn roof. He jogged over and stared up at her. But in seconds he was gone.

"Chels are you ok?"

His voice couldn't have been inches away. Chelsea whipped her head around to see Vaughn on the ladder staring up at her.

"Uhh yeah. What's up?"

"Umm. Nothin'. What 'bout you?" He began to slowly climb next to her and stood on the roof tiles she had just finished nailing to the roof just hours before.

"Well that fabulous roof your standing on I just finished fixing."

"Really?" Curiosity rolled over his face as he examined her work. "I really quite good. Almost as good a Gannon."

"Thanks." The silence hung in the air around them as the sunset hung in the sky just barley holding on to the last bits of sun.

The orange was today's color but the sky was beautiful fluorescent color. Chelsea sighed again and began to crawl back over to the ladder. She climbed down first then Vaughn followed suit.

As Chelsea held the ladder she also hung her head. "Look Vaughn I'm… sorry. I didn't mean to do that to you. I was just- I don't know what I'm saying. Just forget it." Chelsea began to stomp away as Vaughn took hold of her wrist.

"Apology accepted."

Her face lit up.

"Really!"

It was like a child's.

"Yeah why not? -he shrugged- How 'bout you give me dinner too?"

"Umm how about no?"

"How 'bout yes. Or I'll rethink that apology."

"Dick." Chelsea said under her breath.

"What was that little missy? I didn't catch that last word."

"I said your' having carrot soup for dinner. Julia said it's your favorite."

"What! That sniveling little bitch." Chelsea laughed at Vaughn's disgusted face. "What?"

"Nothing. Nothing."

Sorry it took so long guys. My school has gotten really intense and i was like sick for two weeks straight and didn't really feel like writing. Sorry again and i hope you review!