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FayeStar
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The noonday sun beat down on the corn fields of Grandma and Grandpa Williams. The tall stalks raised their leaves to catch ever last drop of light they could. A large farm house stood almost hidden in the middle of these fields. A bright red barn and towering silo could be seen nearby. A smaller garden patch laid behind the house. It was in this garden patch that three people worked. Of course the elderly couple were still able to run this farm, especially now that their grand daughter could assist them in planting and harvest times. The girl was small, not even reaching a height of 5'3". Her body looked thin, and weak, though anyone that knew her also knew she was the opposite. Even with her petite body, the girl was able to do the back breaking work that comes during harvest and selling time. She was the one who helped load the heavy crates of vegetables into the truck to take to the farmers market. The grandparent's couldn't be more proud of their grandchild.
The girl, Fallon was her name, had chocolate brown eyes that sparkled in happiness and health. Her skin was sun kissed enough to be the envy of many other city girls. Her hair may be the most singular thing about her, for it was a snowy white. Of course the city folk believed that Fallon frequented a hair salon to get it this way. Her secret though, was that she got it from her mother, a rare gene passed directly to her. Pale pink lips were parted slightly as Fallon straightened her back, taking a small break from her task of pulling weeds. She took a cleansing breath in and out while listening to the endless chatter of the birds. She always enjoyed the conversations they had with each other, the ceaseless talk of wind and bugs and nests. It always put a smile on her face. Even now she smiled, thinking back to the time she had discovered she could understand the speech of animals. The night before she had wished on a star that she could just have a day where she could communicate with the small creatures. I just so happened she got her wish, but so far, the ability hasn't left her. She never mentioned it to her grandparents, not yet. Of course she meant to, but just for now, she wanted to still be seen as their special granddaughter who always got along with the critters on their farm.
Fallon bent back down to finish ridding this side of the garden of weeds. After this she would wash up, and make a light lunch for her caretakers. After her father left nearly five years ago, she had been staying at this farm. She didn't complain, she knew her father missed her mother a lot. It must have been hard for him to keep watch over his daughter who so closely resembled the love of his life. Pushing these thoughts aside, Fallon turned her mind to the upcoming farmers market. She would need to help with that. It was always a delight to go into town. Maybe she would be allowed to roam the market freely. She was nearly sixteen, in her mind that was old enough to be allowed to shop by one's self. Her hands made quick work of the remaining weeds, allowing her to head inside and make lunch. After this, she would help load the truck, and then they would all be off into town.
The girl, Fallon was her name, had chocolate brown eyes that sparkled in happiness and health. Her skin was sun kissed enough to be the envy of many other city girls. Her hair may be the most singular thing about her, for it was a snowy white. Of course the city folk believed that Fallon frequented a hair salon to get it this way. Her secret though, was that she got it from her mother, a rare gene passed directly to her. Pale pink lips were parted slightly as Fallon straightened her back, taking a small break from her task of pulling weeds. She took a cleansing breath in and out while listening to the endless chatter of the birds. She always enjoyed the conversations they had with each other, the ceaseless talk of wind and bugs and nests. It always put a smile on her face. Even now she smiled, thinking back to the time she had discovered she could understand the speech of animals. The night before she had wished on a star that she could just have a day where she could communicate with the small creatures. I just so happened she got her wish, but so far, the ability hasn't left her. She never mentioned it to her grandparents, not yet. Of course she meant to, but just for now, she wanted to still be seen as their special granddaughter who always got along with the critters on their farm.
Fallon bent back down to finish ridding this side of the garden of weeds. After this she would wash up, and make a light lunch for her caretakers. After her father left nearly five years ago, she had been staying at this farm. She didn't complain, she knew her father missed her mother a lot. It must have been hard for him to keep watch over his daughter who so closely resembled the love of his life. Pushing these thoughts aside, Fallon turned her mind to the upcoming farmers market. She would need to help with that. It was always a delight to go into town. Maybe she would be allowed to roam the market freely. She was nearly sixteen, in her mind that was old enough to be allowed to shop by one's self. Her hands made quick work of the remaining weeds, allowing her to head inside and make lunch. After this, she would help load the truck, and then they would all be off into town.