Life Isn't Always Fair- The Winding Path III

Bucky's Nightmare

What's up guys! I hope that you are excited about this chapter (I am too!). Also, thanks for voting on the last chapter (if you didn't, that's okay. But, please go do it real quick, it would mean so much to me!). And still, comment and give feedback! Thanks!

Here's a fun fact about me: My mom grew up on a farm in Tennessee. Her dad mainly worked with cows, but was, and still is, heavily invested in wheat, corn, soybean stocks (I am not going to bore you with that). She spent the first 18 years of her life in dirt, sweat, and manure, but hates bugs. I'm a city girl, so hating bugs isn't abnormal. But my mom's a country girl, but gags and freaks out when she sees anything bigger than a cockroach. I can't get over it. It makes LITERALLY no sense. Anyways, that's what inspired me to have Melissa have a farming background.

Also, in the last chapter, if you were wondering where I got all of that information on the brain. From my psychology class I took last school year. If I DID get anything wrong, facts-wise, please inform me so that I can fix it. Thanks.

~Grace

Melissa's pov

T'Challa walked in front of, waving a greeting to one of the men watching the goats. Taking in a deep breath, I sigh in satisfaction at the warm, comforting smell of clean air, the smell of the moist earth underneath me, the golden wheat swaying in the soft breeze, almost ripe for harvest. The wheat field covered several acres and I at once felt at home.

I spun around in a circle, taking in the beautiful scenery, feeling the warm sun soak into my bones. "Melissa, come here. I want you to meet someone.", T'Challa beckoned.

I nodded with a smile, hand gliding softly against the stalks of wheat. T'Challa was standing in front of a man wearing a plain linen tunic and brown sandals. The man bowed slightly in respect to T'Challa before glancing at me surreptitiously.

"Melissa, this is Joab. Joab, this is Melissa. She wishes to stay in your village for the time being. Do you know if there is any way for a small hut to be built for her?", T'Challa asked politely, gesturing to me.

The man acknowledged me with a curt nod before turning back to T'Challa, "I'll ask around the village. See what I can do.". Joab bowed slightly towards me, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Melissa.".

"Oh, there's no need to bow. I'm nothin' special, really.", I said with a smile. A strange look crossed Joab's, but T'Challa put his concerns to rest, "She is not from around here.".

Joab nodded slowly, and then I heard some pitched bleating. I looked down and kid goat bounding towards us. It was adorable, butting his head at nothing while bleating loudly. I chuckled softly and was smitten. It was completely black, except for the white on the tips of the goat's ears.

The goat bumped into me and fell on his butt. Joab reached out to grab the goat, but I stopped him by bending down and patting the little goat's head softly. "Hello there, little one. Aren't you just adorable!". The goat just sat there, staring at me with black eyes filled with curiosity. He tilted his head for a moment before springing back up to resume his playing.

I straightened up and watched the goat with a lopsided grin. "You are really good with animals. That goat has been trouble since the day it was born. Constantly running off or fighting with other goats his age. And he usually bites people he doesn't know.", Joab was pleasantly surprised.

"I love animals; I think that animals can sense that.", I explained. Joab nodded and started turning away when I said, "What's the goat's name?".