The Farmer's Daughter

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

Skylar’s POV

                Once Daniel left the stables, I stiffly walked up to the house, the scene that just went on back there playing in my head. When I left two weeks ago, I left planning on never seeing him again, that he’d be just some guy that I danced with at a wedding. Okay dancing with him was probably the happiest I’ve been in a long time, but hey that’s the romantic part of me feeling that, that’s the fantasy me. The reality of me, well, she knew that it would never turn into something special, that with my luck, and the way love has turned out for me, I’d be forgotten by him.

                I knew that my dad was going to be hiring someone to work on the farm this summer, but I thought maybe it’d be just some stranger, that I’ve not once met in my life. Or maybe it’d be one of my friends, and he’d just pay them to come over, since they basically do come over and work. But the fact that it’ Daniel, well, doesn’t give me much of an easy feeling. I mean somehow, he was able to consume my every thought while I was away in California, and I wasn’t supposed to be thinking ‘bout guys while there.

                Entering the house, I immediately texted Heather, and told her what just happened. Heather is the first person I tell things to, we’ve been best friends since the seventh grade, and well, she’s been the sister that I’ve never had. Beth, well, she’s also the sister that I’ve never had, she’s more the optimistic person, and tries to keep me thinking positive. Plus she’s the person I go to when I’m having doubts or questions about God, especially when I can’t tell my family; not wanting to hear their opinion.

                “Go talk 2 him,” Heather texted back. “Don’t shut him out ‘cuz ur afraid.”

                I rolled my eyes. God, I hated when she made me be brought out of my shell, the shell that I’m most comfortable in. Grabbing my luggage out of the truck since the minute I got home, I ran and said hello to my parents, and told my dad how my trip went, I walked up to the front door. Once I reached the steps, I looked back at the farm land, and saw in the far off distance Daniel gathering up the cows, riding around on the horse, with his baseball cap on his head. Okay, so I guess he isn’t that bad of a guy, and I suppose that if I really tried, we could be somewhat of friends. Somewhat of friends, I don’t really plan on building a relationship with him, since summer’s only two months, and that’s just…yeah, I’ve had bad experience with that.

                Entering the house, my nose was instantly filled with the aroma of my mom’s famous hamburger casserole. Running upstairs, or what I consider running when you’re carrying a suitcase; I made it to the final landing, and entered my room. Turning on the lights, I found that it’s exactly the same as I left it, blankets all over the place. My clothes scattered everywhere, and my pillows all over the bed and floor. I have about five of them, and I only sleep with about two of them.

                My bedroom is my own place, it’s where I go to calm down when I’m angery/furious, when I’m sad or depressed, or if I just want to lounge around. My mom tries to get me to keep it clean, but somehow, during the week, the clothes end up on the floor instead of the hanger, my textbooks and books in general, are scattered all around my bed. I’m not a huge poster kind of gal, I feel so uncomfortable when I’m getting dressed with the people’s eyes on my me; and it’s just wrong. So when I hit middle school, I took all the celebrities down, and replaced them with paintings, photographs, and a bulletin board.

                Changing into sweats, an oversized t-shirt, and my bearpaw boots, I walked down stairs, just as my mom was putting the last few contents of our dinner. Taking my seat on the left hand side of my dad, while my mom took the right hand side, we bowed our heads, and said thanks to God.