"Lilly, breakfast is on the kitchen table, made it myself!" I heard my grandma calling from downstairs, her thick southern accent filling my ears.
I rolled over onto my stomach, not wanting to wake up, even though, breakfast sounded inviting to my growling stomach.
"I'll be down in a second!" I replied, getting up and walking over to my closet. I threw on a random, plaid tee and some worn out blue-jeans, then paired the outfit with some cowgirl boots. I made my way over to my mirror, looked at myself, and sighed. This is not my usual attire.
I wandered to my door and made my way down the staircase and walked into the kitchen, where Grandma said there was breakfast.
"Good morning, Grandma." I spoke to my grandmother, who appeared next to me. I planted a kiss on her cheek.
"Good morning, my sweet granddaughter." She replies and gives me a quick hug.
I focus my attention onto the table, but there was no food. "I thought you said you made me breakfast."
She smiled, followed by a small laugh. "I'm sorry, I didn't make you breakfast."
I frowned. I fell for that trick too many times. She uses it to get me out of bed in the morning.
Rule number one - No sleeping in after nine o'clock.
"But, your grandpa did go run out to the nearest store to get us doughnuts." She said, smiling again.
My frown immediately turned into a smile. Grandpa rarely goes to the store to get us doughnuts, 'every once in a while' is what Grandma likes to call it. We live way out in the country, and pretty far away from the nearest store. "So, why'd Grandpa go out and get us doughnuts? It's not a special occasion, is it?"
My grandma shook her head and smiled. "It's been five months since you've been living with us. Seven more, and it will be a year."
I nodded. "So, what are you gonna do when I've been here for exactly a year? Are you gonna throw a party?"
She laughed. "I'm not sure, maybe something like that. Maybe we'll go out into the city and go shopping, or something like that. And, not only will we have doughnuts, but we'll have a cake, too."
I laughed along with her and sighed.
I can't believe it's been five months since the accident. It felt like just yesterday I was living in the beautiful city of Dallas, Texas. Now, I'm here, with my grandparents, on a farm that's in the middle of scenic nowhere. There's a dirt road that leads up towards an old highway, which eventually, somehow, connects to a newer highway, and leads you to one of the biggest cities in Texas. Do I wish I still lived in Dallas? Of course, I've lived there for sixteen years, my whole life. But, hey, at least the farm that my grandparents and I are living on has horses, goats, cows, and other livestock. My grandpa has his own vegetable garden, while my grandma has her own flower garden. Sometimes I wander out there to read, write, and do my schoolwork. I'm home-schooled. That's because my grandparents don't feel like driving a little over fifty miles to take me to school every day.
Everything has changed, and I still don't know if it's a good or bad thing. And, yeah, of course it feels strange but, maybe I'll get used to it, hopefully I'll get used to it.
I walked towards the sliding door, and walked onto the deck. I rested my arms on the railing and gazed over at the horses, they were all there - Ace, Yankee, Dandy, and Tico. Then, I looked at the rising sun. It's a beautiful morning.
