My Guardian Angels (Chapter Seven)
Chapter Sven - Burnt Out. Maddie's life on the farm.
Last night I fell asleep thinking of how in the world I was going to survive. Would I honestly stay here? Would I have a family, or would I be a slave that owes them forever? And this skank, Abelia, she hates my guts. She's making me get blue contacts and die my hair blonde! Apparently, all Buanoas have green eyes, any color green, even blue with green flecks has been seen in mixed breeds. I guess my father was an.....Angel. Of the Angel Realm. Apparently, my brothers and sisters had been born there. I had brown eyes when I got really sad or scared. Never blue. Like when I thought Jim Bob was chasing me, I'd had brown eyes.
I was kind of excited with the blue eyes. Having my siblings' eyes might be impossible with the crystal blue-ness, and to achieve their bleach blonde locks, with the gold shimmer-impossible. But just to be similar to them, it might help me stay connected to that piece of me. I was to start working on the farm today. I was gonna be getting a job after my hair was dyed and I had my contacts. I was going to school next semester. It was going to be hard to earn the credits, but I would try. Here goes.
________________________________One month later_______________________________
Ugh, life so far SUCKED-with a capital SUCK. I worked on the farm from four in the morning, in the cold dark, until ten at night, in the cold dark, working through the day in the excruciating heat. I had actually tanned. I never tanned. I was a burnt caramel right now. My hair had lightened and my eyes had darkened-from stress of course. My hair was a dark-ish brown.
But then, my lovely eyes had been covered with light blue contacts, become aqua, my hair had been bleached, then died a light blonde. It was a golden blonde, with lines of light brown. I had to go search for a job today. They were supposed to be teaching me!
So far, all I had learned was I was a form of Italian witch. I lived forever, unless killed by a demon, evil witch, or some other evil supernatural being. There were these things I had been seeing. Glob Ghosts? Yeah, that's them. My only company from seven in the morning to five at night. Even then, I work next to the focused Allen Rae, the evil Abelia, or the very rare (like, two or three times) Joe. He doesn't talk though. He keeps to himself only. I wish I had someone to talk to beside Grans. She only talked about biscuits, dinner, cats, and pies. We were getting a couple of kittens from a neighbor soon. One would be my responsibility. Ugh.
Well, this is basically my day:
4 a.m.: Wake up, shower in ice-cold water, dress in Abelia's loose jeans or my jeans (two pairs only), put on under shirt, put on overalls, and put on Joe's shirt (only for the morning, when it gets hot, I'll take it off, and put it back on at night....it's kind of my jacket). Eat whatever is in the fruit/veggie dish, piece of bread or toast, and glass of milk or orange juice, make everyone's breakfast with Gran. Make everyone's lunch, slip on my beat up converse that have just become even more beat up.
5:00 a.m.-1:00 p.m.: Work on farm.
1:15 p.m.: Eat lunch (lettuce, cheese, chicken, and mayo sandwich) with milk or water.
1:30 p.m.-5:30 p.m.: Work on farm. Make everyone's dinner.
6:00 p.m.: Eat dinner.
7:00 p.m.-10:00 p.m.: Work on farm.
10:30: Wash everyone's clothes that Gran didn't have time to. Shower. Change into ugly yellow dress, and finally, go to sleep.
....That's my day. Today I got into my overalls, and walked out to do my horrible job that is my life. "Maddie, dear!" Grans called.
"Yes, Gran?" I said, hoping it wasn't one of the days where I have to do everything since she didn't have in her rollers, and she was dressed in her cook uniform already.
"Get dressed in this," She ordered, throwing a really nice business outfit (Purple blazer, black pants, black and purple lace shirt, and pearls) for and interview "And these, you're going to look for a job. Use the spare car." She tossed me black ballet flats with a purple lace design on them, then the car keys. I smiled, said thanks (AGAIN) and then got dressed in the outfit Grans had given me.
"Who is gonna watch the farm!?" I heard Allen Rae say.
"It's Saturday, you geezer, the other kids will." I heard Grans say. I walked out the front door and stopped, turned around and walked into the house.
"Gran...." I call out, noticing how there is now no one in the kitchen. I hear her call out an answer, I say "I'm fifteen, I can't drive."
"Oh, sweetie," She says, "We're in the country-you don't need a license"
"Where are we?" I ask, never needing to know, just knowing I was protected was enough for now, but it was just curiosity making me ask.
"Arizona, but in a small town. Cameron. Cameron, Arizona. Population 978."
"I've never lived in Arizona before." I mumbled flipping the keys. Then I cried out in pain as the keys were yanked out of my hand by....air?
"Crap!" Abelia said, running down the stairs in her shortest shorts, and tightest top, with her highest cowboy boots. She started chasing my keys crazily, screaming "DAIYU GIVE HER KEYS!!" I heard everyone gasp.
"You let Daiyu threw again? She possessed one of our cows last time." Grandma said. I reached my hand out and cast an electric spell through the keys.
"Ow." I heard a light quivering voice say.
"Who's Daiyu?" I asked. I looked over to a transparent girl my age with her arms crossed. She handed me the keys, leaned against the wall, and recrossed her arms. Then she sighed and raised her hand. She had pale skin, dirty blonde hair with green highlights, and hazel brown-green eyes. She wore a big Three Days Grace band T-shirt, baggy, ripped and torn jeans, and regular converse. She was tall, about my height, maybe and inch taller at about 5" 8. She wasn't fragile or frail looking, like you would expect a ghost girl to look, she looked like she would kick your ass if you stole her yogurt. I gave her a look at asked what was on my mind "Oh, your Daiyu. What would you do if I stole your yogurt?"
"I'd kick your ass." She answered.
"Aha, exactly what I thought." I replied. She just rolled her eyes and disappeared "I have to go..." I said. "To my interview!" I said, happy to have an excuse to leave all this craziness. I got in the car and relaxed, feeling amazing to get the hell out off this farm. I sighed, settling into the seats, breathing in the smell of leather. I thought of the Chevy Malibu, I gently touched the scar under my bangs on my forehead, running my fingers across its inch-long length. I sighed. I gripped the wheel, and got ready to possibly have a life out of here.
I was kind of excited with the blue eyes. Having my siblings' eyes might be impossible with the crystal blue-ness, and to achieve their bleach blonde locks, with the gold shimmer-impossible. But just to be similar to them, it might help me stay connected to that piece of me. I was to start working on the farm today. I was gonna be getting a job after my hair was dyed and I had my contacts. I was going to school next semester. It was going to be hard to earn the credits, but I would try. Here goes.
________________________________One month later_______________________________
Ugh, life so far SUCKED-with a capital SUCK. I worked on the farm from four in the morning, in the cold dark, until ten at night, in the cold dark, working through the day in the excruciating heat. I had actually tanned. I never tanned. I was a burnt caramel right now. My hair had lightened and my eyes had darkened-from stress of course. My hair was a dark-ish brown.
But then, my lovely eyes had been covered with light blue contacts, become aqua, my hair had been bleached, then died a light blonde. It was a golden blonde, with lines of light brown. I had to go search for a job today. They were supposed to be teaching me!
So far, all I had learned was I was a form of Italian witch. I lived forever, unless killed by a demon, evil witch, or some other evil supernatural being. There were these things I had been seeing. Glob Ghosts? Yeah, that's them. My only company from seven in the morning to five at night. Even then, I work next to the focused Allen Rae, the evil Abelia, or the very rare (like, two or three times) Joe. He doesn't talk though. He keeps to himself only. I wish I had someone to talk to beside Grans. She only talked about biscuits, dinner, cats, and pies. We were getting a couple of kittens from a neighbor soon. One would be my responsibility. Ugh.
Well, this is basically my day:
4 a.m.: Wake up, shower in ice-cold water, dress in Abelia's loose jeans or my jeans (two pairs only), put on under shirt, put on overalls, and put on Joe's shirt (only for the morning, when it gets hot, I'll take it off, and put it back on at night....it's kind of my jacket). Eat whatever is in the fruit/veggie dish, piece of bread or toast, and glass of milk or orange juice, make everyone's breakfast with Gran. Make everyone's lunch, slip on my beat up converse that have just become even more beat up.
5:00 a.m.-1:00 p.m.: Work on farm.
1:15 p.m.: Eat lunch (lettuce, cheese, chicken, and mayo sandwich) with milk or water.
1:30 p.m.-5:30 p.m.: Work on farm. Make everyone's dinner.
6:00 p.m.: Eat dinner.
7:00 p.m.-10:00 p.m.: Work on farm.
10:30: Wash everyone's clothes that Gran didn't have time to. Shower. Change into ugly yellow dress, and finally, go to sleep.
....That's my day. Today I got into my overalls, and walked out to do my horrible job that is my life. "Maddie, dear!" Grans called.
"Yes, Gran?" I said, hoping it wasn't one of the days where I have to do everything since she didn't have in her rollers, and she was dressed in her cook uniform already.
"Get dressed in this," She ordered, throwing a really nice business outfit (Purple blazer, black pants, black and purple lace shirt, and pearls) for and interview "And these, you're going to look for a job. Use the spare car." She tossed me black ballet flats with a purple lace design on them, then the car keys. I smiled, said thanks (AGAIN) and then got dressed in the outfit Grans had given me.
"Who is gonna watch the farm!?" I heard Allen Rae say.
"It's Saturday, you geezer, the other kids will." I heard Grans say. I walked out the front door and stopped, turned around and walked into the house.
"Gran...." I call out, noticing how there is now no one in the kitchen. I hear her call out an answer, I say "I'm fifteen, I can't drive."
"Oh, sweetie," She says, "We're in the country-you don't need a license"
"Where are we?" I ask, never needing to know, just knowing I was protected was enough for now, but it was just curiosity making me ask.
"Arizona, but in a small town. Cameron. Cameron, Arizona. Population 978."
"I've never lived in Arizona before." I mumbled flipping the keys. Then I cried out in pain as the keys were yanked out of my hand by....air?
"Crap!" Abelia said, running down the stairs in her shortest shorts, and tightest top, with her highest cowboy boots. She started chasing my keys crazily, screaming "DAIYU GIVE HER KEYS!!" I heard everyone gasp.
"You let Daiyu threw again? She possessed one of our cows last time." Grandma said. I reached my hand out and cast an electric spell through the keys.
"Ow." I heard a light quivering voice say.
"Who's Daiyu?" I asked. I looked over to a transparent girl my age with her arms crossed. She handed me the keys, leaned against the wall, and recrossed her arms. Then she sighed and raised her hand. She had pale skin, dirty blonde hair with green highlights, and hazel brown-green eyes. She wore a big Three Days Grace band T-shirt, baggy, ripped and torn jeans, and regular converse. She was tall, about my height, maybe and inch taller at about 5" 8. She wasn't fragile or frail looking, like you would expect a ghost girl to look, she looked like she would kick your ass if you stole her yogurt. I gave her a look at asked what was on my mind "Oh, your Daiyu. What would you do if I stole your yogurt?"
"I'd kick your ass." She answered.
"Aha, exactly what I thought." I replied. She just rolled her eyes and disappeared "I have to go..." I said. "To my interview!" I said, happy to have an excuse to leave all this craziness. I got in the car and relaxed, feeling amazing to get the hell out off this farm. I sighed, settling into the seats, breathing in the smell of leather. I thought of the Chevy Malibu, I gently touched the scar under my bangs on my forehead, running my fingers across its inch-long length. I sighed. I gripped the wheel, and got ready to possibly have a life out of here.
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