The sound of the tractor running through our fields is loud but I've gotten used to it after 17 years. The house is filthy, mom and dad are away at a rodeo for the weekend, so cleaning is up to me.
Asking Kate, my 12 year-old sister, is a complete waste of my time. She'd never help me. Ryan is planting and harvesting in the fields... Oh well. I'm alone. The dirt follows Kate's footsteps as she barrels down the driveway.
"Mail!" she yells through the large house "And one package addressed to Ms. Belle Collins." she says to me with a smirk. I playfully yank the thick package out of her hands and rip it open. The title alone makes me squeal with joy.
*Congratulations! Your early admission application has been accepted! Welcome to Harvard University!*
"Oh. My. Gosh. Ryan! Ryan!" I scream.
"For the love of Pete will you shut your mouth." he replies as he walks through the back door.
"Look at what just came in the mail." I say with pride. As he continues to read, a smile covers his oil wiped face. "Nice. Very nice little sis." He says after he finishes.
"Nice meaning, WOW that's so great I'm so happy for you-nice. Or Nice that's cool.. I guess.-kind of nice?"
"Sorry. Didn't know there were two types of 'Nice'." he mumbles sifting through the mail. "Nice means good, right?" he asks chuckling. "I guess so." I reply with a grin from ear to ear spread across my face as I gaze at the letter. I sigh with relief:)
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Love, Belle
RomanceA southern belle finds out what it's like to live in the big cities. Is her true love there waiting?
