A Noun

Chapter tweleve: Struggle

Strug•gle
Noun
2. A forceful or violent effort to get free of restraint or resist attack.

Grandpa and I spent a glorious day in the sun, reading and writing the novel. I was close to the end and we were so happy with the results so far.

Grandpa was telling Donny and Finn all about what he expected to come for me.

"She will be a best selling author, her books read by millions and even movies will be made of them. People will adore her work and everyone will know her name."

I smiled at him, knowing he was the reason why I was chasing my dreams and working so hard in school to achieve that goal. "You know the deal. You always will have the first copy of every single novel I publish, hand signed and before anyone else gets to lay their hands on it."

Finn furrowed his brows at Leonard. "The heck? You get signed copies?"

We all chuckled and Finn gave me a kiss and I stroked his cheek as our grandparents gushed at how much we were smiling. "You know that when you get your doctorate and find your dinosaurs that I will write your biography, and even proof read your papers for you."

He rolled his eyes playfully as my grandpa knew exactly what I meant.

"That was one time. You love bringing up that one time I asked you to edit my paper."

I continued writing as the old couples Finn and I adored chatted about how they found it funny that both Finn and I were taking summer courses to try and speed up our educations.

Finn rubbed my shoulder as he spoke for us. "We just want to get the long trudge out of the way so we can do what we love, and adventure the world."

"Where will you go first?" My grandpa asked with a smile, happy that we were going to travel.

Finn sighed and thought of it. We had begun a list of the places we wanted to go together.

"Finn wants to go to the badlands and to Alberta. You couldn't guess why." I said with a grin as I typed.

"Oh you are such a stinker." Finn said to me, going to tickle me but I held a finger out at him. He wasn't allowed to tickle me while I wrote.

"It's a noun, stinker is a noun."

He smiled at me with his green eyes sparkling at me. "Stop stalling, missy."

I yelped and squealed as I was tickled on my sides, making the grandparents laugh.

I managed to squeak out: "missy is a noun too!"

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I spent my days doing online school, seeing Finn - often trying to keep him relatively clean while he hunts for fossils and treasure and I would read for school, and I would visit my Grandparents to write the novel and spend time with them.

My life was busy, but I was happy.

My busy life didn't sit well with my father. He felt that I wasn't spending any time at home and that I was using them for housing, food and school.

I was just trying to live my life.

We got into an argument about it when he saw me carrying blank paper for the novel.