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My name is Abigail, but I’m called Abby.

                “Abby, it’s time to get up for school!” Ma yells up the farmhouse stairs.

                “Okay Ma I’m getting up!” I shout back down. My little brother Matthew walks in and gives me a good morning hug. I ask “Do you want to go get dressed?” And he nods his head. We walk into his bedroom and go to his dresser. He pulls out his undergarments and I pull out his clothes.  He gets dressed and then I walk back into my room and pull on my school clothes.  We then walk downstairs and go to the kitchen.

                “Good Morning Ma,” I say.

                “Oh Abby dear, you didn’t have to get Matthew up for me!” She exclaims.

                “It’s Okay,” I say sitting down at the table, “He really looks up to me.”

                “That he does.” She says, agreeing with me. I then stand up to go get my shoes from the cabinet that Pa made. It sits on the floor and has a lid that opens of the top, kind of like a sideways icebox. I tie them up and grab my lunch tin and see my other brothers walking down the stairs.

The oldest of us all is Joseph. He’s 15 and looks alot like my pa, but with Ma's hair color. So does Mark, my 12 year old brother except he has a reddish tint that looks like a combonation of ma and pa's hair color. Mine is the same. I’m 13 and in the middle of them. Matthew is 4 and has a head of brownish blondish hair that suits his heart shaped face perfectly. He’s definitely not an early-bird.

                They grab their stuff and shove food into their mouths, running out the door.

                “Bye Ma, Matthew!” I yell following my running brothers out the door.   

                10 minutes later we reach the school-house on the edge of town. We sit down outside the door, waiting for Mrs. Cook, our teacher. She then came out and rang the bell and we all hurried inside. I took my seat on the girl’s side in the back of the room. She passed out last week’s spelling test and arithmetic tests too. I had gotten an 85% on both and a note from Mrs. Cook said that she wanted to see me before lunch today. I wonder why that is? I then started to read the lesson and take our notes off the board. We had another test on Friday, only 3 days away.

                After our history lesson was lunch. I walked shyly up to her desk and asked “You wanted to see me?”

                “Yes I did,” She replies. “Did you study for this arithmetics test?”

                Uh-oh. She noticed my lower than average grade. “No mam, I’m ‘fraid I didn’t.”

                “Would you like a retake on this?” She questions

                “Yes mam that would be nice.”  I say sweetly.

                “You may go now.” She says taking her lunch pail from underneath her desk.

                “Thank you.” I say leaving to get my pail from the coat room. I then walk outside to see my friends Rebecca and Elizabeth.

                “What did Mrs. Cook want?” Lizzy asks excitedly.

                “Nothing,” I reply. Thank Pa that I can lie good.

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                The day goes on uneventfully till I get home. I walked home with Joseph and Mark, and then I took us all exploring down by the crick. We all rolled up our pants, or in my case lifted up my dress so that they wouldn’t get soaked as we walked in the crick. I had brought a small tin to collect some strawberries in for Matthew because he doesn’t like swimming that much.

                The boys stripped down to their undergarments, and then jumped in the crick by the strawberry bushes. I took Matthew by the hand and walked him over to the bushes. He started to pick up strawberries off the bush. I helped him and we ate more than we collected. We filled our tin pail and stomachs up and then wait for the boys to finish up so we could head home.

I leaned down and sit on a stone. Wait-a stone? I sit up and bend over, brushing off the moss and lichens that cover it. Oh my. It’s a gravestone.

 

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Okay Hey guys This is my 1st story ever and I hope you like. feel free to comment and fan and be honest. :) It won't hurt my feelings. is it the right amount of suspense? Is the length too long/too short? Input please!! Does anyone want a basic character/age list thingy? I can type one up and post it! Oh and my editor is my brother Wrecker01. He hasn't posted anything but  I'm helping him.

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