I must be daydreaming

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A/N this is an update for your information. I’m gonna make a quick note first.

Dear the first person, who reviewed to my story,

Have you ever heard of the saying: If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything? And I’m sorry if this sounds rude, but you have the worst grammar ever. Seriously, oh no perci ded now? Did you even try use good grammar? Probably not.

Anyways, on with the chapter.

Katie’s Pov

Ugh. I hate having to plant strawberries, or grapes, or plant anything every day. I mean, it’s fun, but when you have to do it every single second of your life, it gets boring.

This morning, I was just watering the strawberries in the strawberry field, when a bunch of plants just started grabbing me a pulling me down.

At first, I thought that it was probably Miranda Gardener, my little sister. Apparently it wasn’t.

I couldn’t breathe; but then the plants started loosening. I heard snickering. I thought it was Travis.

But when I turned around to see brown eyes, I didn’t see them. Instead, I saw a pair of sea green eyes.

Wow, I thought. I must be daydreaming. I admit that I am a bit tired. But I never daydream.  I shuddered.

What’s happening to me?



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