Closing the door I leaned back against it and sank to the floor. My first day of school had been stressful, but surprisingly promising. Ansley stayed true to her word and let me sit with her and her friends during lunch and I even had an art class and literature class with her.
Although I'd been worried about people thinking I was stuck up there was no need for that. Everybody was really friendly and I'd actually talked a lot. Already I felt comfortable here. I'd also found out that everybody in Georgia was just like Ansley, but most were like her in a much more polite way. Now this is where it gets stressful, I already had a ten page report, slideshow, and oral speech due at the end of the semester. Those are the assignments for just one class and for my sanity, I'm going to ignore the rest of them for now.
I heard my dad's voice calling down the hall, "Lace, is that you?"
"Yeah, I'm home." I answered picking myself up off the floor.
Walking into the foyer my dad said, "I really hate to do this to you, but one of the girls who helps me out in the produce store is sick and can't come in today. Nick is working in there by himself and he could use some help, would you mind?"
Even though I did mind, I didn't say so. It was a part of being the perfect kid, you never complained and always said yes. "Sure Dad, but is it okay if I change first?"
My dad smiled, "It's absolutely fine. Thanks Lace! You know the way to the store right? The keys are on the counter." And with that my dad raced off to his office.
I was glad that my dad's business was going well, but it didn't mean I wanted a part in it. I just didn't do organic. Upstairs in my room I decided to just exchange the polo for an old state championship softball tshirt from my team in South Carolina and my new jeans for old, holey ones. I kept the Clarks though. Walking back downstairs, grabbing the keys, and heading out towards the truck I was hoping that I did still remember the way to the store.

"Found it," I announced happily to myself as I pulled into a parking spot in the empty lot and got out. The sign on the top of the store read, 'Rebel Produce Company -Fresh from Our Garden, to Yours.'
'That's completely generic,' I thought. I hadn't realized that I'd spoken aloud until I heard, "Tell me about it."
Not expecting a reply, I jumped clear out of my skin. [A/N: just an expression that means you got startled, just in case you didn't know]
I saw a boy about my age sitting in one of the rocking chairs under the store's awning, "Pardon?" I asked.
The boy looked at me like he wasn't sure if I was insane or not, "I said, 'Tell me about it.' That same slogan has been a part of the company ever since Mr. Nathan's great-grandaddy founded it."
"Oh, I know." I wasn't just trying to sound smart, I really did know. The guy obviously didn't believe me because he shook his head and smiled.
"Where are you from?" He asked.
"What's to make you think I'm not from around here?" I'd been asked that question a lot lately and it was kind of annoying.
Standing up out of the rocking chair he answered, "First off, you just said, 'pardon'. Secondly, you have an accent. And to finish it up, you're wearing a shirt from South Carolina."
I scoffed, "There is nothing wrong with saying pardon, YOU are the one with that stupid Southern drawl, and if I'm wearing a shirt that says South Carolina, why'd you even bother asking?"
"Feisty, now are we? Nobody says pardon around here, it's just too proper. This Southern drawl is not stupid, most girls find it sexy and charming. And to answer your question about the shirt, I was inquiring about what town you were from and not just the state." His face was a little annoyed and he took a deep breath before beginning again, "You may have just cost me that extra hour I spent in anger management last week. Also, my good record in customer service. By the way, I'm Nick."
I could see he was trying to calm down, but I couldn't help what came out next, "Well aren't you just glad that I'm not even customer? I wouldn't want you to wait on me either way."
His eyes were closed and he had to take a few more deep beraths before replying, "I'm sorry ma'am. Please forgive me for my behavior. There's a special on tomatoes today and I'll even give you an extra discount for the trouble I've put you through."
My voice was calm now, "I'm really not a customer, Nathan's my dad."
Nick's eyes shot open and one of those four letter words slipped out of his mouth. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah, I'm serious. If you're worried about me telling him then you don't need to worry. I set you off, it's my fault."
Nick eyed me and set down in the chair again, "So, 'Nathan's Daughter' do you have a name?"
I grinned, "It's Lacey. But you can call me Rebel."

**Author's Note: So, feedback would be awesome! What do you think? I know it's not much but I've got to leave and didn't want to have to delete everything and start later. I'll try to update soon, it'll be sooner if I get comments!**