The Farmer's Daughter

Chapter 28

Chapter 28:

                As the months went by I slowly began to heal from the breakup with Daniel. I realized that he was a blessing in disguise, that God had sent him to me that summer to have me live a little before I went onto the next stage in my life. Daniel will always be my first love, and I’ll always remember him as that. But that didn’t mean that when I arrived to California the pain didn’t hurt. It did, a lot.

                The first night there, Alex called me, and she asked how the drive was and if we were all settled in. The conversation was sort of boring, but it was nice to hear her voice, to know that the break up between Daniel and I didn’t ruin our friendship. But that was before she went onto the next subject, which was about Daniel and me. She said that Daniel was wondering if I had arrived safely. I mumbled out a yes, and then I made up some excuse that Heather, Beth and I were going to go shopping for food, but that I’ll talk to her later. When I hung up, I cried, I locked myself in our room that we’re sharing, and cried. Not once coming out until the next morning, forcing Beth and Heather to sleep on the couch outside.

                Ever since that night, I haven’t talked to anybody from Daniel’s family, not even Alex. I know she must hate me, since I ignored all her calls and deleted her texts without even reading them. What I realized is once I got over the mourning of our break up, it was time I move on, and what I mean by moving on is, I cut myself off from him and his family. Talking to them would bring back memories and cause me to get in a funk. And I would want to ask how he’s doing, and I didn’t want to hear how he was heartbroken by the break up, and how he’s getting better as time went on. So, it’s best that I finish it completely.

                Around thanksgiving, right before we were leaving for home, something new happened that would prove to be a sign that I was ready to move on. I went for a jog along the beach. I was trying to change a song on my iPod, when I suddenly hit something causing me to stumble back. I looked up and sure enough, I had hit a guy, a really nice looking shirt less guy. We started talking, and I found out that he was in my English Literature class. We ended up running together that morning, and he walked me back to my apartment, asking me out on a date when we get back from break. Of course I said yes, I was over Daniel by then, and I was ready to move on.

                One date turned into two, then three, than five, and pretty soon, I became David’s girlfriend. We run together every morning, we’d study for tests, I met his family in California, and we were soon considered to be the couple that would someday get married.

                Of course Heather and Beth were concerned about me, and were wondering if it was such a good idea for us to be dating, especially since it had only been three months since Daniel and I broke up. My response to them was this, “It’s obvious that Daniel and I weren’t meant to be together. He didn’t call me. He didn’t run after me. We’re done. And it’s time that I move on.” After that, they stopped asking about my feelings and relationship, but that didn’t mean they stopped talking about it to each other. I don’t care about their opinion; it’s time for me to be happy again, right?

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                “Skylar,” Beth said, causing me to jump and turn my head. Getting up from my sitting position on the sand, I met her face to face, and I noticed something was different about her.

                “What’s up?” I asked.

                “You got something in the mail.” I looked down and sure enough there was an envelope in her hand, with calligraphy handwriting. “Wow, isn’t this fancy,” I remarked, taking the mail from her. I looked more closely at the address, and I saw that it was from back home, the same address that was Daniel’s home. Oh this is either good or bad.