The Sixteenth Summer

First off. I just wanna thank you for clicking on this and giving my story a try, because the title sounds super lame but anyways. Yes, this is a work in progress and yes this is going to have typos and gramatical errors....so anyways thank you for bearing with me, and giving my writing a chance. Ok, with that, I bring you the first portion of my story, The Sixteenth Summer.

I absent mindedly ran my hand across the soft grass next to me. I sighed, as a ladybug crawled up my thumb and across to my forefinger. Thousands of feet up, a large white fluffy cloud drifted lazily across the sky, promising showers later.

I lay down, the soft grass tickling my cheeks. I watched the ladybug crawl across my hand, lazily sprawled out in the waist deep grass in the field behind my house. I sighed and smiled half heartedly as the tiny ladybug spread its wings and flew off my hand.

I turned over on my side and ripped some grass out of the ground, sprinkling it down back on to the ground. Why is that so fun?

I stayed like that for maybe, another half hour.

I love being outside. I don't even mind that I've spent the first eight days of my summer like this. Especially on days like this. Days where its not sweltering hot, and still feels like spring. Days where it’s sunny, but you can tell at any moment, the clouds could start pouring down rain in a torrential downpour, just because they want to. I like days like this.

I smiled, watching two little field mice scamper by. I loved coming out here and relaxing like this. This is how I spend most of my time.

I don't have friends nearby.

I was so lucky that my parents inherited these 65 acres from my grandfather when he passed fourteen years ago.

I heard unfamiliar rustling, something wading its way through the waist deep grass. Hmm.

Too big to be my cat Mauldin, yet too small to be my horse Zena. I sat up, straightening my yellow tank top, and pulling it down over my shorts.

"Hello?" I said, looking around, then feeling stupid. An animal wouldn't be able to answer me...

That's why I jumped.

"Hello." I was answered by a smooth voice of medium register. I could tell it was male, but that was about it. I didn't turn around.

I made a wall with my long red-brown hair. He sat down next to me. I stood up. He stood up. I sat back down and scooted away.

He laughed.

I stood up, still keeping my back to him.

He was some how in front of me again. I turned away, still not looking at him. He was in front of me again.

I swallowed.

What the heck?

"Well you said hello," he said again, amusement edging into his voice, " the only polite thing to do is answer."

His voice was smooth, appealing to the ear. Almost without dialect, a contrast to my Texas accent, which wasn’t even that prominent. But he had almost not detectable accent. Midwestern maybe. Maybe he was from like, Ohio.

"You act like you've seen a ghost." He was taunting me now.

I still hadn't looked at him yet. I took a few steps away from him. I turned around.

"Well I don't really know what I've seen! But I do know that I was out here by myself not ten minutes ago, enjoying my afternoon, when it was rudely interrupted by some one sneaking up on me! Some one, I might add, who also can move rather quickly, and keep themselves right in front of my face!!"

Alright thats just the first little bit. :) It gets better I promise.