It Started on Daisy Hill

First Chapter

to start out my ordeal ill will go to the day prior to the happening so you can see what i was like before.

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it was a gorgeous Thursday morning. i woke up, had my maid dress me in my lavender gown, then went down to breakfast. my father sat in his chair reading the morning paper while waiting for his coffee. i quickly walked over, gave him a peck on the cheek, then sat in my usual chair. a sevant brought in the biscuits and oatmeal and Dad and I dug in.i daintily used my spoon while father dunked his biscuit in and gobbled up the rest right from the bowl. it took me twice as long to eat. when i was finished Dad quickly got up and i followed him to the door. i pecked him on the cheek as he grumbled about the servants being too slow and making him late. 

"have a good day at work Father." i said politly. 

"thank you Eva." then he exited and i heard his buggy drive away. if only i had know this would be the last normal day in a long time.

right after he left i dashed to the kitchen and gobbled up some more oat meal. then i headed out to school. even though my father was rich he still made me attend public school because it "taught me more about the world". so i grabbed my books and headed out the door, hoping that Oliver, our kitchen boy, would not catch up to me.

Even though i considered Oliver to be my best friend i still didnt want people to see me arrive at school with him. how embarrassing. but despite my efforts, Oliver rushed out the door behind me.

"Eva! Wait for me!" so i stopped, because im a lady, and i must be polite. "your step mother says to remember your manners and dont make a fool of yourself."

"well thats wonderful advice, isnt it."

"i suppose." he said as he glided along beside me. Oliver is an unusally tall boy for his age.  we are only 13 and he is the height of a full grown man already. he also has blonde- brown hair and bright green eyes that you just cant help but look at.

Oliver and I chatted as we walked the mile to school. but when we neared it, he stopped talking to me and let me take the lead, as he does every morning. i walked up the steps without even turning around and took my seat next to my friend Jenny.  i did notice him walk in and sit with his friends but didnt turn my head. 

after talking with Jenny and the girls for a little the teacher, Ms. Beatle, tapped the desk lightly with a ruler. everyone grew quiet. if it was any other teacher we probably wouldnt have but Ms. Beatle was one of the best. 

the lesson for the 8th graders was grammer for the beggining of the day. our school is small. all the grades are taught in one room all by Ms. Beatle. it goes all the way to eigth grade. Father says once i finish eigth grade im going to private finishing school two towns over.  

before i knew it, it was lunch time. i picked up my pail and went out the front door. i didnt know where Jenny ran off to so quickly, so i went and sat on a log by myself. 

i started to pick things out of my small silver pail when Oliver came over with his two friends, Roy, a small dark haired boy, and Elliot, an average boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. they walked slightly behind Oliver because they looked unsure of why they were coming to talk to me.

"hi Eva." he said politly.

" hello Oliver. Beautiful day. " i said while i looked at him with annoyance, say ' ive told you not to talk to me during school' with my eyes.

"it sure is..." he said dreamily. i rolled my eyes and turned away from him. " if youll excuse me..." i got up to find Jenny. 

i walked around the small school to find her sitting on the swing being pushed by Weston Waynse, the preacher's son, who did not take after his father.

 just as i was about to say something to Jenny the bell rang and everyone flocked inside.

the day flew by, as it usually does. when classes were finally over i flew out the door and started home. i didnt look behind me until i knew we were out of sight of he school. then i stopped to wait for Oliver. he cauht up to me and it was silent as we walked. i waited for him to apologize.

"im sorry Eva. i shouldnt have said anything as lunch. you just looked awful lonely."

"well im sure i wouldve been fine Oliver..." there was a pause. then i shoved him playfully as we walked.

"hey...not fair." he said as he toppled sideways.

"is too." i said defensively. it got silent again. "Oliver?" i asked quietly.

"yeah Eva?" he said.

"Im sorry for treating you the way i do at school. you know your my best friend, right? and you shouldnt put up with me, but you do. im really greatful for that. i know i can be real awful sometimes."

"sometimes?" he said jokingly. then i pushed him again.  we smiled at each other as he regained him balance. then he bumped me and my stride falted a bit. but i pushed him right back. but this time he grabbed my wrist and we fell down a small hill into a feild of wildflowers. we toppled over each other until finally i landed on his chest, laughing the whole way down. then we both got real quiet. he looked into my eyes and sloached up on his elbows. i felt myself blush and pulled away.

then it happened. in the dead silence, i heard a single gunshot coming from the hill near my house. Daisy Hill as i had called it since i was a little girl because it was always covered with daisies in the spring and summer. i got up, brushed off my lavender blue dress, and ran to it.

when i was close, i saw a man walking away with a gun in his hands and a man lying on the ground. without hesitation i ran to him. when i was about 10 feet away i stopped dead in my tracks. the man was my father. he lay there on Daisy Hill, still as still can be, and deep down, i heard a peircing scream coming from my soul.

my father was dead.