Old Fashioned ~ Chapter 1

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Harper Sinclair: 16 year old female

Adam Walton: 16 year old male

Harper's Dad: ?

Harper's Mom: ? 

It was morning, and the sun was shining through the window on the far end of the room, I dread mornings because Mama always comes in at 8:00 and yanks back the curtain to let more of the sunlight in, and of course that is just what happened this morning. 

The clock hits 8:00 mama comes in and yanks back the curtain saying "get up sleepy head it's time for breakfast you don't want to miss papa leave, do you". With that, I pull my covers off as I feel the cold hit my exposed skin from beneath my shorts. I stumble into the bathroom still trying to get fully awake.

10 minutes later I come out of my closet yanking on my Sunday dress for church and I put my curly brown locks into a ponytail as I rush downstairs for breakfast. At the table, I see Papa with his coffee and eggs.

 I rush over to papa and kiss his head. Smiling papa says "Oh hey! I thought I was gonna leave without a goodbye kiss", "oh papa I wouldn't dare" he gets up to put his dishes away and grabs his coat saying goodbye to everyone and giving kisses "Heyy mama why does papa have to leave before church", "oh sweetheart your father has to go meet up with a friend before church so go right along up to your bedroom and get ready as for myself I might want to get out of this" 

Mama pears down at her slippers and sleeping gown and heads upstairs as I do as well. In my room, I go through my drawer of just random things I have found. 

 If you name something for me to pull out of that drawer I'm 100% sure I've got it, I even have one of Mama's lipsticks that I stole. I look farther in the back of my drawer and I pull my favorite yellow ribbon out of the back of the drawer, and I tie up my hair. 

 Mama and I climb into the wagon to head to church we see Papa on his horse we wave to him as he gets off that old thing and gets into the wagon, and we all head to church. 

At church mama, papa, and I all head inside through a hallway with pictures of Jesus, inspiring quotes, and pictures of the before pastors, as we all walk inside admiring the surroundings. We see Pastor Jones and sit down as Pastor Jones starts to read from the bible and singing some of the text. 

10 minutes go by then 20 then 30 and what do you know we are only 30 minutes in and we have heard a read-aloud of the bible, church sing-along, group dance, and volunteers to read with the pastor of the bible and no I'm not complaining church is fun it's just LONG if you ask me. 

We get up to pray with Jesus, mama nudges me as I fall out of my daze, I quickly get up and pray with everyone. 1 hour in and I start picking at the dangling threads of my dress drifting into Lala land as Mama calls it, as I start to think of what meal mamas going to cook for supper mama nudges me and whispers into my ear " For heaven's sake Harper please try to not go into the clouds, after all, it is church sweetie" I continue to sit up straight and actually pay attention to Pastor Jones who is now in the middle of the stage presenting a presentation about all the sayings of Jesus and why he dyed for the people ( but more detailed with all that deep stuff and all). 

Finally, Pastor Jones concludes church with a ending speech Mama, papa, and I all head outside to get into the wagon, as we head home the breeze tickles my shoulder as I admire the lake that's just a little distance from our old little house (that's how I know we are almost home) as we drive past the lake I see Adam (one of my best friends or at least my only best friend) I yell out to him " Hey Adam" 

He looks up shouting back " Hey Harper I'm going to come over to your house later!" I shout back "ok see you then!" as I just finish saying that mama yanks me back into my seat " Oh Harper honey you're going to fall please don't lean over the wagon and don't shout hun you can see Adam later that is not very ladylike" with a frown I say "alright fine mama" 

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