Don't Ignore The Dandelions

Chapter 1

Dedicated to btallon

It was raining hard as I made my way across the muddy fields into town. It plastered my hair to my face and filled my gumboots up so they make made that slosh squelch noise. Quickly running the last part into town, I skidded through the doors of the grocery store. Mrs Hobson instantly started fussing.
"Anne Foxcroft! What in heavens name--look at my floor! You're sopping wet! You'll catch you're death of cold" She clucked, grabbing the mop.
Mumbling some sort of apology, I went about the aisles gathering the items my mother had asked for, adding some extras. As I headed for the till, Harrison appeared in front of me. Sigh, here it comes.
"Aye Anne dear! How you keeping?" Harrison greeted me, his plump red face grinning.
"I'm good, Mr Harrison. You?" I asked, gritting my teeth and handing my shopping basket over the counter to Mrs Hobson.
"No complaints from me! How's mum?"
"She's fine, thanks."
"Need me to come chop some wood for you ladies?"
"No thank you, Mr Harrison, I can manage"
And then he said, as he had been saying for months:
"So sorry 'bout your daddy, Anne. True proper tragedy it was"
Handing my money over and gathering my bags, I ignored him. As usual.
"Good day Mrs Hobson. Mr Harrison."
Stupid old bat.
After picking up the mail and checking on the horses in the stable, I made my way across the field again.
Slosh squelch
Entering the cottage where my mother and I lived, I was suddenly overcome with sadness. After my dad was killed in a fatal car crash three months ago, the house never felt the same. There was no longer the sound of soccer playing from the television room, no loud laughing and everything seemed darker.
"Anne? Is that you?" Mom called from the kitchen.
I pulled myself together and skipped into the kitchen.
"Look at you! You're soaked to the bone! Go on and get dry, I'll make you a mug of cocoa" She laughed, taking the bags from me.
"Are you an angel mum?" I asked, kissing her on the cheek.
"You're the angel for going out in this weather!"

As I opened my bedroom door the first thing I see is Prince Pookie sleeping on my laptop.
"Hey! Get off there! You're so fat you've probably broken the screen!" I protested, shoving him off. Glaring at me with loathing, he marched promptly out the room, flicking his tail in disdain. Spoiled cat.
After I changed, I sat in the kitchen watching my mother cook and sipping on hot cocoa. The rain pounded on the tin roof and the atmosphere was peaceful.
"Anne...there's something we need to discuss." Mom said, dragging me out of my dream like state.
"Yeah? Shoot."
"Darling times were..let's say rough before your father passed. Money was tight"
I knew this already, I'd heard the arguments, so I nodded for her to continue.
"We were unable to pay the bills, and the payment on the house, for a number of months"
This was news though.
"Why didn't you tell me? I could've helped! Somehow!"
"Your dad had pride, Anne, you know that"
"What does this mean for us?"
"The bank is evicting us.."
"What? Where are we meant to go?? The streets??"
"My brother has kindly offered to let us stay with him while we sort this out"
"Uncle Greg?!? Mom please, I'd rather die!"
Greg, my moms brother, was a "huge success" who lived in a huge fancy estate with his super model girlfriend and three bratty children. The last time I met them, I swore I'd rather die than be in the same room as them ever again.
Looking up, I saw the pain in my mothers face. She didn't want to go either and this was not her fault.
"Its okay mum, we'll be fine at uncle Greg's!" I said, grinning.
Rest in peace, Anne Foxcroft.

Hey guys so I hope you like this one so far!!! I'm so excited about it!!! Please comment and tell me what you all think :) XOXO....Bells