In the wake of her father's death, Spencer Edwards' mother packs up their lives from Oxford, England, and moves them to the middle-of-nowhere Texas. With an agitation for agriculture, and a distaste for anything farming, the small town of Cherry Spr...
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A sky full of stars, and he was staring at her. - Atticus
Chapter Song - Good Lookin' Girl by Luke Bryan
"Did the Fourth of July explode on you?" Bailey questions incredulously to April, who's dressed in a red skirt and a thin blue sweater covered with white stars.
April whacks Bailey in response. "I'm being festive, don't be annoying!"
"Don't hit me!" Bailey whacks her back.
I take a step back - I've learnt not to get in-between my sisters and their fights. It has never, and will never end well for me - physically or emotionally.
"Don't be rude then!" April yells back.
"Girls," Ma drawls out sternly. "No fighting."
The girls groan, staring at Ma as dad and I lean against the couch watching with nerves. "She was making fun of me!" April exclaims.
"You hit me!" Bailey defends.
"If we head out the back door, we might be able to escape without any of them noticing." Dad mutters to me, mildly fearful of his two daughters admist their fights. He's also found that it isn't a good idea to get in-between them, Ma's the only one without any fear.
The reality of having sisters.
"I think we'll die if we try." I mutter back.
He sighs. "Probably."
"Girls, we don't have time for this. Either apologise or keep to yourselves until you're no longer fighting." Ma tells them in her motherly tone.
Bailey and April huff, April stomping down to the front door. "She's crazy." Bailey comments.
"Don't call your sister crazy." Ma tells her. "Now, are we all ready to go? Because I don't want to be late in meeting everyone at the fair." She says to the rest of us.
"Yep." Dad and I say simultaneously, getting up from the couch and heading down to the front entry. My sisters head out to the car rather quickly, and I don't bother racing them to avoid the middle seat - they're peeved and I'd rather not get my head bitten off.
"Thanks for your twos input." Ma grumbles to us.
Dad grins sheepishly. "You had it handled." He kisses her forehead.
"Yeah, yeah," she waves off. "Come on, lets get going."
Being saved the middle seat between my brooding sisters, dad and ma talk upfront about what not while I sit in the middle of their sizzling, simmering anger.
"I bet I'm gonna have a bruise from you." Bailey snips.
April rolls her eyes, scoffing. "You act like I whacked you to the floor."
