I was one of those kids who have always wanted to be an only child. See I grew up with three rowdy brothers. All they would do is go out front and play football (American). Somehow they found that tackling each other was a way of fun. I would sit on the front porch with my legs crossed watching them play. I didn't really understand the game but I thought it was fascinating just watching them play.
After a while of watching them I became bored. I would usually bring out a book to read. Charlotte's Web and Shiloh seemed to be my favorites at the age of five. I have read them numerous of times but always got attached to them while I read once more. I was very intelligent for my age. Being five and having the ability to read chapter books was rather impressive. Every so often I would look up to see my brothers throw the football or tackle each other.
When I turned about 6 I decided to start reading somewhere else. I got bored with my spot and often found new places to read. One day I slowly walked out the house in my yellow polka-dotted dress with Charlotte's Web in my hand. My brothers as usual were busy playing football out front I just walked past them and made my way to the side of the house. Something that day wouldn't just let me stop there.
I quickly picked up my pace and ran straight to the pond and over the old bridge. I ran to the grass field and found a nice sunny spot right in the middle. I plopped down on an old, peeling, fallen tree and read my book.
About an hour later I heard rustling noises. I was very scared but I didn't let it bother me. I went back to reading and heard it once more. This time it was louder.
"Hello?" I quietly spoke. I saw the tall grass move and out of it a small blonde boy in a white shirt and dirty blue jeans fastly popped out of nowhere scaring me.
"Ahh!" I squealed backing away from him.
"No! It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you!" He said while covering my mouth.
"Who are you?" I said coldly while prying his hands off if my mouth and giving him a death glare.
"My name's Horan. Niall Horan. And you are?"
"Taylor. Emilia Taylor." He stuck his hand out for me to shake. I looked at it then looked in his eyes.
"Momma says I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." I spoke up.
"How can we be strangers if we just met each other? We're friends now aren't we?" He stuck his hand out once again. I looked at it then slowly shook it.
"Now what are you doing out here?" He asked while plopping next to me on the tree.
"Reading." Niall glanced at the floor and picked up a stick.
"I don't know how to read." He started moving around leaves with his newly found stick. My jaw dropped nearly all the way to the ground in amazement and I just stared at him. It was at least a good thirty seconds before Niall began to grow uncomfortable.
"You know your gonna catch flies if you keep it open like that." He said said poking my jaw shut with the stick he found. I quickly pushed it away and stared at him with deep focus.
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it hurts. // n.h.
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