Note from The Cookie Eater: yep I know the last upload was short b-but I didn't know it was THAT short...*gulps* This one is rushed this i just shoved a few words, sentences, paragraphs together haphazardly. NOT PROOF READ. When is it ever...
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Chapter 23:
I felt my resolve weaken, my anger subsiding to a burning, acidic hatred, welling and eroding any other emotion as my fingers scrabbled their way through the hay. My finger nails had already collected quite a collection of grime, small sharp stones and, of course, large pocketfuls of filth.
Now you might be wondering what the heck I’m doing, well to be completely honest I had no idea why I was crouched on my knees, with my hair plastered to my forehead in a rather unsightly manner and with thick fat droplets of sweat rolling down my neck at a sluggish speed- okay maybe I do know, but it still doesn’t mean that’s it’s not utterly pointless. All this was for an earring. One. Stupid. Fucking. Earing.
May’s earring.
A growl erupted from the base of throat, growing ferociously till it spewed from my mouth in disgust.
Busted. That’s what I was.
Seth? He was let off the hook. Why? Mainly because my Grandma likes to pick bloody favourites, and that’s right, you guessed it, I’m nowhere near her annoying ‘favourite's list’.
Cleaning out the pig sty, I could handle; mucking out the stables, I could handle; milking fidgety cows, I could handle, but to be degraded to looking for a scrummy earring in the midst of foul, pungent soil?! This is where the gloves come off! Well actually the gloves where still on; my fingers out poking through the gaping holes at the fingertips of the glove.
Swiping at my forehead I licked my dry lips. The sun had started to slowly dip lower and lower into the sky as a dark inkiness spread across the blue horizon till a vivid shade of midnight overtook the previous pallid blue. Suddenly the drip of something wet slid down the back of my shirt. Cool. Wet. Lithe. Salty.
Rain.
My mouth quirked up into a smile. Thank God! Rain! Cool, sweet, refreshing rain!
I looked down to find that the crumbly, granules of the brown soil had slowly started to mesh together, forming a thick, murky, sludge. Crap.
Just as I was about to scream to the heavens in a highly dramatic- but required- manner, the glint of pale, yellowy metal flashed dully.
My eyes widened and my mouth formed an ‘o’. “Yes! Yes! YES!” Letting out a small yelp of victory I dug at the spot till I unearthed a tiny, gold earring, waves of the lissome metal creasing and curving to create a folded swirl, a bright clear jewel studded in the middle.
Scrambling to my feet I skipped- yes skipped, don’t ruin the moment- to the ranch house. I barged through the front door, clomping my way into the house leaving muddy shoe prints and dripping water across the floor.
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