Hey guys! I'm back with another story. I really suck at commiting to one because my mind makes the beginning, middle and ends of them so fast that I get bored simply for knowing what happens. I'm going to try and commit to this one just because it's been stuck in my head for a while and I kind of love the idea. I hope you guys will too 3. Ok, here we go.
It is 1930. Bella is15 years old taking care of the farm her father owns in Tennessee. She usually keeps to herself and her horses but when a new farm hand is hired (Emmett), she can't seem to stop her curiosity from getting the best of her and neither can he. His baby blues and dimpled smile is the only thing she sees when she closes her eyes. Her chocolate-green orbs and flushed cheeks are locked in his mind as well. Tragedy strikes suddenly causing Emmett to lose his life. 100 years later, they meet again this time, Emmett still carries that dimpled smile but now has golden eyes. Bella is still human reincarnated but somehow has a feeling of familiarity to the large bear of a vampire. Will he feel the same way once he sees her? What of Rosalie?
It has to be about 89 degrees outside. School was out for summer, Dad was busy with customers coming to the farm to buy eggs and fresh milk. Our farm has been standing for about five generations. It was originally a plantation but luckily my generation took a turn and decided to make better use of the land. Over the years, the plantation home was remodeled to look more like a decent sized two person home. We currently have five farm hands and dad is working on getting a sixth. In the meantime I had been helping to the best of my ability. Due to my aggressively chronic clumsiness, I need extra help transporting milk from the cows since I kick the can over once I'm done doing my milking task. Don't get me started on eggs. I lost about 30 on a fall-dad didn't let me live that down now a week.
My best friend Caleb also came around to help with my chores. He was one of the biggest 12 year olds ive ever seen. He could have easily passed as being the same age as me if you glanced at him and ignored his innocently sunny smile. We had been friends since we were 3 years old. Our dads are super close. Most nights they would bounce back and forth from homes for special dinner nights. Luckily, mom taught me to cook before passing.
She'd gotten very sick in her final years-cancer. Unfortunately, medicine isn't advanced enough to treat such a harsh illness properly. She was put on strong antibiotics but we were only trying to buy time. My dad and I prepared ourselves for the moment she passed. That made it easier for us to accept her lack of energetic essence when she left. We were close, she was my best friend but she also made sure we were as prepared as she was. Charlie was more quiet and a bit more reserved whereas she was more social and loved to laugh. She was the bridge between me and Charlie but now that she's gone, we had to fall into a new dynamic of work, occasional short conversations and spending time with Caleb and his dad Will.
Caleb did have sisters but they were way older and had families of their own. She visited when they could but they also moved further south of the states. Caleb was happy to not have girls in his ears all the time. SInce i never really hung out with them due to age difference, I didn't really care.
"Bella." A gruff voice called out. I got off my back quickie and brushed the hay off my trousers. I organized my pigtails carefully and marched out to find Charlie standing next to large stacked hay bales. He's dressed in his favorite green button up shirt and brown trousers. His mustache was thick and freshly combed along with his hair.
"Hi Dad." I approached charlie. He always knew where to find me-in our large barn with the horses. They were out in the fields today stretching their legs-or napping. I usually steal the place for thinking. The roof can be opened into a small square that allows access to see the sky. I liked looking through it for some weird reason. You would think that if you wanted to look at the sky, it would be outside and not through a wooden ceiling-window-thing.
"This is for you." CHarlie handed me a book. With a closer look, I saw that it was a journal. He knew I wanted one so that I could write-document my thoughts and feelings-memories. The blood was a fresh leather cover with white lined pages. There was a gold Script imprinted on the cover simply saying 'Bella'. My heart swelled at the sight. Remember when I said my mom was our bridge? Well, without her-we made our preferred to move quietly but we had our moments-like this.
"WOw, thank you! I'm surprised they had this in town. I saw this just weeks ago." I stated-my voice having a little southern twang developed from my mother. I also got her eyes, and freckled button nose. My fair skin ame from both parents-my heart shaped face came as a mixer from both as well. I carried Charlie's dark brown hair in the form of waist length locks.
"I know. I saw you eyeing it when we went to make our milk sales. Bought it without ya looking." He scratched the back of his head as a social tick. Something else we had in common-we are quiet people and are typically socially awkward so we have ticks. His is the neck scratch, mine is the tomato red splotches that sit across my face.
"Thank you, dad." I step forward and wrap my arms around his midsection. He smells of the warm cleanscents of our home mixed with barn smell.
"Sure, sure. Kid." Charlie pats my back in a not-so-awkward way.
We separated and talked about the chores for th week. I tended to feeding the chickens and helping clean out the barn. I usually get help from Caleb but he's going to be out of town visiting his sisters so I would have to pick up lots of the work for a while. SInce the morning chores had already been done, I would start tomorrow. I also helped the new farm hand around so he gets familiar which I was not too keen about. Meeting new people wasn't something I was good at, I also preferred to read once I was done with my tasks.
"What's his name?" It came around lunch time, I was making roast in our country style kitchen. Charlie sat in the dining room but I knew he heard me.
"Emmett, he's the same age as you. His parents actually own the shop in town that sells houseware." Charlie announced. McCarthy's Furniture was the shop dad was talking about. I'd always known it existed but I've never seen Emmett or his parents while walking past.
"Why doesn't he want to work at the shop with his parents?" I asked. It makes sense that it would be easier since it's a family business. Sort of like what I have with charlie. O admit i openly avoid town as an area of employment. Too many kids from school that hang around there. I had a few kids that I could presumably call my friends if I wanted to but I never really cared to.
"Well, he's a pretty large boy. According to his parents, he prefers physical labor. I'm also paying more than most shops in town." Charlie brags. I roll my eyes. We're typically a humble family. Our farm hands are one from older generations that worked the land for and with my family so they don't really count as employees, making sense as to why dad can spare extra profit on paying someone that doesn't live in our home.
I Pulled the roast from the oven and walked it into the kitchen. I was very grateful to whoever created oven mitts. I placed the roast on the table and went to grab the mashed potatoes one of our farm hands Julien kindly mashed for me a few hours ago before departing to go home. Our farm hands didn't live far, maybe 20 minutes away. They all collectively live in the farm and home that we agreed should sit far enough from our home that they feel like they had freedom after such labors.
"He goes to my school?"I wasn't sure if that was a statement or question considering i never saw him.
"Of course. I think you guys never see each other because he rides the bus to school-you both probably just go about the day." Charlie stated. He put down the newspaper he had been reading the entire time we talked.
"Yeah." I say as I wipe my hands. I decided to take over the womanly duty of cooking since mom had taught me. Our farm hand-Emelia Preferred to cook but i insisted that i do so to make myself feel more useful. We would get into arguments about me doing 'adult jobs'. I actually loved cooking-it reminded me of mom and that alone made him stop arguing. I made sure to cook early enough in the morning to be on time for school. Since I cooked on school days, she did my egg gathering and milking chores except on the weekends. I'd still do everything with her help on the barn yard chores.
I went to grab the glasses of water I made for Charlie and myself and sat down. The table held rolls as well, freshly baked by me.
We ate in comfortable silence before deciding to head to bed. Tomorrow was Sunday-Emmett will be coming to get a tour of the farm. I made sure to clean the dishes and scraped the leftovers for the dogs in the backyard. I watched four large beasts ravage the leftover meat-growling and smack their lips before deciding to go stalk the house's perimeter. I went to take a bath thanking the heavens that the US has finally discovered indoor plumbing.
I hope you guys liked the first chapter. I really just want to keep putting out chapters until I feel like I should stop. Please don't let that stop you guys from reviewing and helping mold the story. 3