“Haven, can you help me for a moment.” My mother calls from the kitchen. I rush downstairs, pulling my brown waist long hair into a ponytail. She is standing at the kitchen sink, doing her utmost to turn the sink on. I laugh at her, turning the knob.
“Thanks, darling. Could you do another favor?” She asks, squirting Dawn onto her hands.
“Sure.” I reply, studying her as she washes paint off of her hands. My mom is a really good artist, with her subjects being mostly nature. She is middle aged, with dirty blonde hair and grass green eyes. I can see why my dad fell for her. She is beautiful, even though she thinks different.
“Take your father his lunch please. I am in the middle of a big project, and I really want to finish.” She pleaded with her eyes. It took all I could do to not laugh and just nod my head.
“Yes ma’am.” She handed me his lunch box and I headed up stairs to pull on a pair of tennis shoes. I caught a glimpse of myself in the floor to ceiling mirror in the hall way. I was in a pair of short denim cutoffs and a black tank top. My body type is slim, having a fast metabolism that allows me to gain practically no weight. My legs are muscled due to cross country, and my arms due to hauling square bales of hay for the horses. I slip on my white Nikes over my ankle socks before bounding down the stairs.
Outside the temperatures are not really hot like they are in the summer. It is probably about eighty degrees outside, spring weather for northwestern Florida. I look towards the barn, watching the horses as they eat their grass and hay. My black and white paint, Nyx, sees me and lets out a neigh. I smile and walk down towards the lake. I go around the wooden fence and through the small pine forest that surrounds my home, humming all the way. About half way there, I get a strange chill that runs down my spine. I glance behind me nervously, feeling as if I am being watched.
There is nothing behind me but the woods. Cautiously, I walk forward a little ways. The sun beats down on me, now something scary instead of peaceful. There is a snap of a stick behind me, and I quickly turn to see Sassy, our wolf hybrid, standing there looking at me. Her gray fur rustles in the soft breeze as the watches me with wise ice blue eyes.
“Sassy.” I call, laughing at how such a fool I was. “C’mon, let’s go find daddy.”
She runs ahead of me, her large paws digging into the earth.
Daddy is working on the deck for the lake when I show up. He is banging away with his hammer, but stops when he sees Sassy pounding his way. He pets her head when she leaps onto his chest.
“Hey daddy. How’s it coming?” I ask. The feeling I felt earlier is somewhat gone, just lying on the edges on my mind. I force it to the back, determined to forget it. It is only a result of my over reactive imagination and supernatural genre of books that I am always reading. Daddy says that I always has my nose shoved in a book, and he is more than likely right. What can I say? I love to read.
“It’s getting there.” he stand back and studies his work. So far, all it is is the steps and deck on land.
“Mom wanted me to bring you your lunch.” I tell him. He looks at me confused.
“I have got it.” He looks around for it, expecting to see it on the ground, but finds it in my hand.
“Sometimers, daddy. That’s what you’ve got.” I say, laughing. I hand him his lunch and start to head back. “Can I take Nyx out for a ride.”
“Sure, just make sure you cool her off.”
I run all the way back to get her.