The Farm

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Terry has to move to a farm in the middle of nowhere. What will happen? Will she hate it? Or will something unexpected happen?

I packed the last box and gave one last sorrowful glance at my now bare bedroom and then shut the door for the last time. I hated having to leave, but when you get evicted, you don’t have much of a choice, do you?  

The worst part was we now had to go live with our Grandparents in the country. I hated the country and all things hot and muggy and stinky.  

“Come on Terry! We have to go!” I heard my mom shout from the doorway. I headed down the hallway and saw Mom standing in the doorway waving impatiently for me to come. I hurried over saying, “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!” 

We headed down to the car and packed up our stuff. As we drove through the busy streets of Manhattan, I listened to music to keep myself from strangling my annoying little brother. Even though the headphones I could hear his annoying voice asking, “Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” 

When we finally got there, my legs felt like lead from the 4-hour car trip. I was grateful to be out of the car but did not like what I saw. The place was even worse than I had imagined! It was a full-on farm with a big red barn and all. I knew in an instant I was going to hate it here. There probably isn’t even any Wi-Fi! I thought grumpily. 

A young boy came out of the house to greet us – he looked to be around my age, 13 or 14-years-old – and told us in an agonizing accent that he was our cousin Tom and that everyone was at the market. So, we all went inside and sat at the table waiting for the rest of the family to get back.  

I sat down at the table and asked Tom, “What is the Wi-Fi password?” 

Tom made a face and said, “Wi-Fi password? The password is, ‘You ain’t getting no service out here.” Tom laughed and so did my mom and brother. I felt so embarrassed so I just sat in silence until everyone else got back.  

When they got back, I couldn’t believe my eyes. They were all so country. They even all wore overalls! It was awful. And the worst part is, they bought us stuff at the market. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror in my pink flannel and blue jean overalls and said, “Terry, you look like a hillbilly.” 

When I reluctantly came out of the bathroom, they all gasped and claimed I looked “absolutely adorable!” I guess the only good part was seeing my grandparent’s old leathery faces light up with joy.  

Not too long after everyone chatted and caught up, we were shown to our rooms. “Oh, and Terry darling, is it okay if you sleep in the loft? We don’t have any other room,” my grandmother said sweetly. 

I looked at my mom for help, but she was busy talking to my aunt about something stupid, I’m sure. So, I mustered up the best smile I could and lied, “That’s fine. I don’t mind.”  

I was led up to the loft and it was terrible. Plain as anything and only a cot in the middle of the room to sleep on and a dresser in the corner. My grandfather started, “It isn’t much but-”  

“It’s fine,” I interrupted. I didn’t want to make them feel bad when they were trying so hard. I gave him a smile and started to unpack my suitcase with the little belongings I had left.   

“Supper is going to be in ‘bout 30 minutes,” he said in his old crackly voice, and then he headed back down the stairs at a sluggish pace. I tried to think positive, but it was no use. It was an awful house in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do. I knew that I already hated this place.  

I went down and ate a quick dinner and then went straight to bed claiming I was tired so I wouldn’t have to play any games with them, I just wasn't in the mood. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, apparently, I was tired. 

I woke up the next morning to the sound of a roster right outside. Great, I thought, I get to wake up at the crack of dawn every day now. I headed downstairs and saw my aunt cooking breakfast and Tom, my grandfather, and my uncle reading the newspaper.  

“Your clothes are on the couch,” my aunt said still cooking. I looked at the couch and found yet another southern outfit for me. I went to the bathroom and reluctantly put on the outfit, again.  

We ate a nice breakfast and then my uncle asked me, “Terry do you want to see the horses?” 

“You have horses?” I asked having never seen one in real life.  

“Well of course we have horses, what type of farm do you think this is?” And with that, he and I went out to the stables.  

“Wow,” I said in awe. “They’re beautiful.” I stroked the side of a caramel-colored horse and asked, “Can I ride her?” 

“Sure. And then we can decorate the loft,” He said with a smile.  

“We’re going to redecorate the loft?” I asked shocked. 

“Well of course you really think we were going to make you live there like that?” I smiled and then thought to myself, maybe I’ll like this place after all. 

Submitted: February 18, 2021

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