•DESTINED•

•Chapter Two•

My body felt as though it were floating through a spread of wild flowers of gorgeous colours such as royal blue, bright pink, yellow and... Violet.
Like my name.
My fingers brushed briefly over the petals. Some felt prickly while others felt smooth against her fingertips.
I felt at peace. Content.
Every muscle in my body relaxed. I inhaled the sweet scent of fresh moist grass and plants--

"Violet," my mom's voice sounded muffled as my brain slowly allowed me to wake up and process my surroundings.
I can barely open my eyes. My mom taps my shoulder once more, thinking that I was not awake, "Violet, we're here."
I sit bolt upright in the carseat, the seatbelt pressing against my neck.

In front of us stood a large building, big enough to house at least ten people. It was white and old. There were still shutters attached to the window, coated by a really dark polish. There were strings of green vines crawling on the sides of the massive building.

The staircase leading to large double doors is magnificent. The largest step at the bottom and the smallest step at the top.

The patio itself was beautiful, the floorboards well kept and polished even though it probably gets wet during the winter. 

Then, the large double doors swing open and a woman, no other than aunt Portia herself, comes walking out.

Her shoulders rolled back, her frizzy hair tied back with a bright yellow bandana, her yellow sundress flailing in the summer breeze behind her.

Carefree.

Her tan arms outstretched in front of her as she takes every second step with ease.

I unbuckle my seatbelt and jump out the car.

The fresh air of damp soil and sweet wildflowers waft up my nose.

I feel dizzy, a lazy smile spreading across my face as I mesmerized the fresh, clean air before racing into aunt Portia's arms.

"Look how big you've gotten!" She exclaims, squeezing me tighter with each word.

She smells like jasmine.

She pulls away and moves on to my mom who stands awkwardly beside me.

While they greet each other and briefly fill each other on their recent lives, I take in the scents and sights of my surroundings.

With each gust of wind I smell damp soil. Then another gust of gentle breeze is followed by the potent scent of lavender.

I spin around, inhaling deeply. The air here is so pure. I feel so happy.

Eventually, my mom and my aunt Portia starts unloading my suitcases. I'm too stunned to acknowledge it.

"You can go look around if you'd like," aunt Portia says, breathless as she tugs on my pink suitcase.

My heart leaps at the thought. My adventurous side screams to come out.

I nearly die from excitement.

I run off to my right which is toward the massive barn.

I hear my mom shout after me, "Don't go too far!"

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The ground here is uneven. The grass is a little bit long but it's beautiful and stunningly green.

The sky above me is blue with not a single cloud to stain it. The breeze is warm and gentle against my skin which has adapted to the artificial air that seeps from airconditioners at school and the apartment back home.

My whole body feels free. My soul feels free. I start scoping for miniature flowers that I can put it in my net bags that I brought with me.

My grandma gave me the idea before she passed away. She would have loved to hear all about my summer vacation at aunt Portia's farm.

I spot a small pink flower, big enough to see if you really look but small enough to miss if you just walk.

I reach for it. The stem is so soft against my fingertips, the tiny leaves are a little prickly.

I raise it to my nose. It smells like moist sand. I consider throwing it back to the floor but my Gran always told me that even if it doesn't smell nice, the beauty makes up for it.

I smile at the memory.

I continue across the field toward the barn.

When I shove the large doors open, I'm left breathless.

Not by the stench of dung and hay but by the cows and wandering chickens that all focus on me

I smile broadly even though they wouldn't understand my happiness. I approach the first stall where a cow is standing, it's massive head resting on the fence that stops him from wandering off.

His jaw moves in an oval motion as he bites down on the same bundle of hay.

I'm too astonished by the wonders of seeing this animal in the flesh instead of on TV to even react.

A chicken walks by, it's head bobbing back an forth but it's eye never leaves me.

I scoff but the sudden sound startles it and it runs off.

I smile even more before easing my palm to rest on the cows head.

It jerks away, casuing me to fall back.

I land in a bundle of hay, laughing.

The cow continues to chew and stare blankly at me.

I get up and dust myself off.

I hear the slight swoosh of the cows' tails. I don't attempt to return to the jumpy cow but I'm not ready to leave yet.

There are pigs behind the barn, fenced away from the rest of the world like I had been when living in the city.

I'm already starting to dread going back even though I've only just arrived.

I go out to watch them stand around with not a care in the world. Then I hear a tiny 'oink' from beside my ankle.

I look down at my converse sneakers and find a piglet beside my foot.

I attempt to scoop the tiny animal into my hands but it scurries away.

I shrug and turn to leave.

Mom will probably be ready to go by now.