I have never liked walnuts. Yet, my mother never understood why. I told her I didn't likes the taste or the touch or even the aftertaste and how it was too much of a hassle to crack it open. But of course, we lived on a walnut farm.
Every day I went to school and got called names like "Cathwalnut" or "Catherine the Queen of Walnutville." Silly yet they stuck for 4 years until I became homeschooled. Now in 6th grade, I am not very social and I have nearly 2 friends who I rarely see.
On our farm it's just me, Catherine, my mother Carissa, my father Curtis, my sister Caroline, my brother Carl, and my other brother Joey. Apparently my parents ran out of C names for boys. But we are the Reed family who owns an ironically popular walnut farm in California.
So one day as I was doing homework on my swing, a boy ran through my front yard huffing and puffing and before I could talk to him he fell to the ground without a word. I walked over to his body and studied his face until I realized that this was the boy who 5 years ago accidentally cut my incredibly long brown hair to my neck with a knife he found in my house.
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Long Gone
AdventureCatherine will never forget her beautiful hair floating to the ground as he walked away. Five years later she runs into Phillip once again but he soon becomes her only hope as they run away in search of safety from the Government. She hurdles the tr...
