Day 110: Country Mouse
Write about someone who grew up in the country visiting the city for the first time.
The parents were nice and friendly, their daughters? Not so much.
Hannah has spent the last few days getting adjusted to her new home in the big city. She had never been this far away from her farm in her entire life. She missed it. The unpolluted skies, the smell of dirt and dogs and flowers always filled the air. She missed her mom with every fiber of her being. Even thinking about her mother caused a sharp ache in her chest, like a searing hot knife sliding into her.
When her mom died, the courts decided she should spent the rest of her high school life living with her biological father a man she spoke to once a year on the phone, usually two or three days after her birthday. She didn't want to go but she didn't have a choice. Her aunt Kelly took over the farm and told her she could back in the summers and once she graduated high school.
Only 2 years left, she thought, sadly. She was tired of being here already. In her biological father's home with his wife and his twin daughters. The twins were a year younger than her. And they hated her. She was starting to hate them too.
Junior year starts up in a couple weeks so Hannah made it her mission to explore the city and figure out her way around. She knew from day one that her half sisters, Lola and Marcie would be unhelpful. They haven't spoken a word to her since she said hello to them. Their mother apologized for them constantly, to the point where Hannah had to politely ask her to stop. It only made the situation worse.
That Sunday, she got up bright and early, ate breakfast and made her through her new and quiet neighborhood, into the city beyond. She got lost for 45 minutes looking for the subway but eventually found her way. She was going to make it work for the next two years even if it killed her.
“Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.”