Authors Note:
Sorry for the delayed update
this is a story I started for my creative writing if you have any sugestions or if you want this story to become more of a fan fic with a band or be a character please comment on the first chapter.
The preparing of the farmers market
Andy's POV
The scorching sun beats down on me, as I pick tomatoes from the backyard. I wipe the sweat from my brow, as I look down at how many baskets I have filled up with tomatoes. There are five baskets filled up and done for the farmers market. I look around, I see in neat rows tomatoes and apple trees from where I’m standing. There’s once lively green grass now turned yellow and dirt for the rest of the yard. The metal shed is left of the house, near the wooden porch.
I start walking up the porch thinking about the farmers market. Every Sunday in Australia, there’s always a farmers market in every small town here and there. Stalls will be lined up in a perfect arch. Adults strolling along tasting farmers produce, kids running around playing tag and throwing tomatoes at each other, old people will be sitting together and chatting along. The farmers at each stall is smiling and happy to be there and talk to the customers who are interested in their produce.
I look up at the crystal blue sky, birds flying in groups. The summer wind pushes my long chocolate brown wavy hair into my face. I walk up the wooden stairs to the back door, I open the door to be greeted by cold blast of air conditioning. I sigh in contempt as I walk in to the wooden themed kitchen, I go to the fridge and grab a juice box. My ocean blue eyes scan to see where mum and dad is. There probably chilling by the TV, I walk down the hall to the left and see my mum and dad watching some farmer show.
“Hey, guys I finished with the tomatoes, is there anything else you wanted me to do?” I ask. Mum looks up from the TV, her blonde curls turning towards me looking at me with her green eyes. “Andie you can help with the cooking if you want “she says.
“Yeah ok, what are we making for dinner?” I ask. “Bangers and mash” mum replies. I walk out of the lounge drinking my juice box and turn right into my room opening the door. I look around my room, it’s a pretty decent room on the left is a queen size bed and matching bedside table that had my alarm clock saying that its only 5:32pm and next to the window in front of me is my desk. My walk in wardrobe is to the right with no doors, and next to the wardrobe is my own bathroom.
I chuck my juice box in the bin behind the door and close the door behind me. Being the only child has its perks, my room is mainly blues and a green theme. I walk into my wardrobe and grab a blue cookie monster t-shirt and black denim shorts. I then go into to my bathroom greeted with a black and blue themed bathroom.
I close the bathroom door shut, and take my clothes off for a nice hot shower.
~ 20mins later.
I walk out of the bathroom after getting changed of course. I walk into the kitchen seeing mum cooking. I go over to the cupboard and grab out three plates and walk over to the dining room which is left of the kitchen and beside my room.
I set the plates down at their designated places, I walk back into the kitchen and grab the cutlery from the draws and walk back to the dining room and place them next to each plate.
“Dinners ready!” mum yells.
Mum walks into the dining room with a tray of all the food we can pick off from the tray. Dad walks in and sits opposite me and next to mum. We all grab the food we want and start eating.
~15mins after dinner.
I walk back into my room to have an early sleep, so that I can get up early for the market for tomorrow and well after a hard days effort of picking tomatoes and apples. I turn off my lamp and go to sleep.
