Gabby's Story

chappy 3

I Ran for miles, my shoes were ripped and torn my dress hands and face were dirty, my muscles were tired any my eyes were closing of their own accord, i tried to walk farther but it was impossible, i collapsed. vaguely i heard a squeal of panic and footsteps running closer, i could feel arms around me, i snuggled into their warm embrace not caring if it were a duke or beggars arms i was in. the soft rhythm of the persons i soon fell completely unconscious, unaware of where i was, and where i was going, to be honest, i really didn't care, i just wanted to sleep, i just wanted to escape reality for an hour or two...

when i awoke i was in an unfamiliar bed, in unfamiliar clothes, in an unfamiliar house, as my eyes adjusted to the light, i sat up and looked around the room was small and warm, i could smell food, soup, and fresh bread, it smelt good, my empty belly rumbled and i giggled, then someone walked in...it was the woman from the shop she smiled and sat down next to me

"glad your up" she whispered "i was getting worried" she patted one of my curls, like she did at the shop "are you hungry? she asked, my hand dropped to my rumbling belly, i nodded shyly the woman stood up and walked out the door, she came in with a wooden tray, it held a bowl full of soup and a slice of bread, my face lit up as she placed the tray carefully on my lap

"careful now" she cautioned "thats the only gown i have that will fit you" she gave me a spoon and i dug in, this was the first meal i had had in 3 and a half days and even then my last meal was only a roll of bread, my family were very poor, every minute counted so if i wasted time i missed my food because, wasting time means work doesnt get done, work not getting done means no money, no money means no food, so why should the person who is wasting time get food, that was my grandma's point of view, but some nights, when i had nothing to eat for days, my grandfather would sneak up to my room with half a bread roll he had saved for me from his own dinner, he was a kind kind man. "whats your name sweetheart?" the Travler woman asked i swallowed my food and cleared my throat

"Gabriella ma'am" i answered "but everyone calls me Gabby" the woman smiled

"well Gabby, My name is Summer. Now it's very important that you tell me the truth gabby" she looked at me sternly waiting for me to nod, i agreed with a bob of my head still scoffing my food...

"what happened to you? why were you running away?" she looked pleading and trustworthy, i looked down and spoke quitley "My Grandma hit me. she sent me to bed with out supper for three days in a row and made me work in the fields with my grandfather, she never hit me before today" before i knew it tears were over flowing in my eyes, Summer hugged me and hushed me, she hummed a comforting lull that calmed me "its okay" she hushed " you can stay here"

"really?" i breathed

"Of course" she assured me "i've always wanted a little sister" she laughed "but!" she exclaimed "no Sister of mine will be walking around in rags" she tiptoed around the bed to a box tucked underneath it and pulled a little key attached to a chain out from inside her blouse, she unlocked the box to reveal a small saving of pound notes, she pulled out 5 of them and passed them to me "we must going shopping today" she said i looked at the money in surprise, not sure weather she were joking or not "take it you dolly old thing, its yours!" i smiled and took the money i tucked it into the little pocket on my gown. So this was my life now? nothing was going to be bad anymore?

"oh and Gabby?" summer asked i looked at her "My Sister is coming to visit tomorrow. You'll like her, she has your same hair" she smiled

authors note: again im sorry for the short chapters but i don't want to give you everything in the one go and ruin any suspence i might hold, i know this isn't a terribly good story but i would love it ive you fanned voted and commented ect. i'd be happy to read your stories in return and listen to any suggestions you may have.