Yesterday was history, tomorrow is a mystery and today is a gift that's why it’s called present ♥
Chapter one.♥
"Mum! Mum!" Laurel cried punching at her mother’s bed while she screamed in pain. "Mum! What do I do?"
"Get- Ow That hurts... A lot. Get your dad. Quickly. He's out with the sheep."
Laurel nodded quickly, stood up, and ran out of the house and straight towards the fields where her dad was working.
Laurel's little sister was being born. She ran out into the fields, stumbling over the ice patches almost falling to the ground.
"Dad!" She shouted.
"Yeah Laurel?" Harris answered from the sheep shed.
"The baby is coming! You need to help mum!"
"Crap!" He said throwing a bucket of water to the ground then breaking into a sprint across the field.
Laurel followed her father slipping on the ice hurting her ankle. The cold harsh January wind whistled in her ears making it impossible to hear what her dad was shouting to her.
"Dad, wait for me!" Laurel shouted falling onto the frosty grass letting out a scream.
"I can't, baby. I need to get to mum," he ran even harder, then disappeared into the house leaving his 4 year old daughter outside in the cold.
Laurel pulled herself up from the ground, tugging at her dress trying to stop it from flying about in the wind, but it was useless.
"Dad? Mum?" She called. It was silent.
"Yeah, Laurel? Come meet your little sister." Her dad called to her.
She kicked off her boots and pulled off her soaking sweatshirt then crawled up the stairs into her parent's bedroom.
Laurel peered round the door frame, looking at her mother cuddling a baby in a blanket.
"Come here, Laurel. Come meet your baby sister." Her mother whispered gently, she smiled but then winced with pain.
Laurel walked over to the bed and grimaced at the blood stains across the sheets.
"Ew," she muttered then sat on the edge of the bed staring at the baby's black eyes. "She...?"
"Yeah. She's a girl," her mother answered.
"What are we going to call her?" Laurel and Harris both said at the same time then smiled at each other.
Skyler, Laurel's mother, held her baby girl in her arms. She rocked her from side to side and stroking her dark hair with the tips of her fingers.
"Hmm. Welcome to the world, Heather."
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The Other World.
FantasyReiah is killed by her father’s murderer when she is only 15 years of age. She is then reborn in a Scottish farmer family into the world full of magic, myths and mystery as Heather Miller. Heather grows up as a normal kid, until her father is killed...
