Southern Belle

~Chapter 2~

"Gran! Gran!" I hollered barreling towards my house. My grandparents were perched out on the old rocking chairs. "What is it dearie?"

"The town." I answered in anguish, tears threatening to fall, Casper rubbed against my leg, "What about it Belle?" Pop said.

"This guy he said that..." I stopped to adhere a sob, "That he was going to...modernize." I said Modernize in a small voice, I hated that word it tasted like poison in my mouth.

"Well that is insane! Who would ever notice our little town?"

"Austin Conners." I hissed, spitting his name out, the man who would ruin my life, my livelihood, my family.

My grandparents were outraged, yelling and cursing the ground Austin walked on. I flung open my bedroom door and fell on my bed. All my anger and upsetness from the day boiled and overflowed in tears.

I sobbed into Casper, soaking his coat of fur, I'll have to bathe him, before I move into an ugly as hell apartment, and Conners destroys my house. I fell into tears again Casper doing his best to try and lick my tears up.

I fell asleep crying, My grandparents came in to check on me, I said I would eventually be fine I just needed time. I woke up and put on an old pair of overalls, and grandpas old shirt that I cut in half, It was too hot for a full shirt.

I put on my work boots, and did my chores. Not able to show any emotion.

Then I thought of an idea.

(At the apple tree in the backyard)

I looked down at the stones,

Annabeth J. Trevor
1973-2013
Beloved Mother and Wife

Johnathon W. Trevor
1971-2013
Beloved Father and Husband

Tears fell off my cheeks as I took shuttering breaths.

"Your not gonna believe this..." I said, letting out a sad laugh, knowing how both my parents would be interested in what I was about to say.

"A man named Austin Conners came into town today in a Mercedes Benz, you know the one dad always called the clown car." I said laughing again, remembering how dad always made fun of moms old city ways.

"And he plans on making or town a city, but I know that you won't let him right daddy?" I said, my dad used to always take care of me and My phrase was always Right daddy? Then he'd say, 'of course punkin' More tears fell.

All the memories of my childhood came flooding back. How Ma's family never wanted to come here because it was too 'redneck', except Uncle Corey. I was thinking about How on Christmas Uncle Corey stuck out like a sore thumb not able to help with anything for fear he would do it wrong.

Ma and Gran would be in the kitchen making the turkey, Pa and Pop would be talking out in the living room , and Uncle Corey would sit down next to me and tell me of the crazy hectic life in the city, and I promised I would never move to a city, look at us now.

I remember how Ma would play the fiddle and I would stand on Pa's feet as he pretended to dance with me.

I don't have my daddy anymore, I need to stand on my feet now, I need to save my hometown. "How? Pa and Ma please tell me how." I said bowing my head and praying to God.

I ran back to the house, Casper in tow. I scrubbed down Blessing. Blessing was my horse, Angel was my Ma's, Savior was my Pa's, named after when Pa was outta gas and then this horse came up to him randomly and brought him home.

Jack said we could have him because he's never seen Savior so happy.

"Oh Blessing, Why are you so sweet?" Her ears perked, she knew what came next. "Like this App.."I couldn't finish the word before the apple that I had gotten for her was gone and all that was left of it was the pieces flying out of Blessing's mouth.