A/N Wow this story sucks? I never continued it? I wrote it specifically for the character names..
"Laura! Macy! Ruth!" Ms. McDonnell called from the small kitchen table in their large farm style home. They lived on a large farm with a long drive and fields and trees and a big wood where Penelope McDonnell liked to hike and fish and camp and swim. They had horses and cows and goats and sheep on their farm and big pastures to let them out. They had two big barns and a small barn and also had their own cabin in Lolly Wood.
Penelope married a man named Walter Lancaster who was a great contrast to herself. She was a farm girl raised with four brothers and taught from a young age you don't get what you want from being pretty but by working hard. Then Walter who grew up in the city with a sister and a lot of money was taught that you never needed to do anything yourself as it will be done for you.
No one knows how they fell in love and why they kept together for three years when fighting was apparent but they did, and they had three girls born in a bunch as triplets. They named them Laura, Macy and Ruth. When they divorced it was a plan that the three girls would live in the city with their father for the school year and visit their mother over the summer as the school was better there.
But Walter did not like that.
So Walter sent his girls to their Grandmother Linda's house for part of the summer and camp for another and then finally a single month with their mother a year. Surprisingly they were close, despite the limited time together the three and their mother wrote letters as Penelope refused to email and only use her computer for emergencies and work.
Suddenly Walter got fired from his job and had to move to a small one bedroom apartment and find a new job so it was decided, mostly by Grandmother Linda, that the girls would live with their mother from then on. So Laura, Macy, and Ruth packed their things and got into their mother's rusty of blue and green pickup truck and started the five hour drive back to Lolly Wood.
Lauren who was nicknamed Laura had blonde hair and blue eyes like Grandma Linda with a sweet nature who smiled a lot. Marcella who was nicknamed Macy had brown hair and green eyes like Walter but had a dusting of freckles on her face. Ruthann nicknamed Ruth had brown curly hair and brown eyes like Penelope.
"Lauren! Marcella! Ruthann! Get downstairs now!" Penelope's curly hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, she had black riding pants and a red and green plaid collared shirt on with the sleeves rolled up. She looked at her wrist which had a watch and it showed the time. 6:15 am. And even at this hour of the morning there was a smear of dirt on her right cheek.
The floor creaked upstairs and Ruth appeared at the to top of the stairs. She descended the stairs then appeared Macy and Laura still in their nightclothes. Laura, Macy and Ruth had on light blue cotton nightgowns on that the three of them owned.
"Girls." She said to the three of them with a stern yet caring voice. "Go out on proper clothes. I'm teaching you how to work at the barn today." Macy turned to leave the top of the stairs. "But be down quickly!" She called as they departed to their room. As it stood the three of them shared the larger bedroom as the three that were supposed to be theirs respectively were filled with random things as they were storage rooms.
Their room had three beds and a large closet. Each of them had a bedside table that had a lamp on it and each of them had their own desk and there was a large rug in the center of the room. Inside the closet had their clothing which had been severely downsized from their large wardrobes. They each had four blue cotton nightgowns and two pairs of jeans and multiple skirts and dressy shirts. They had no clothes to get dirty in or farm clothes.
When the three of them came downstairs again they wore jeans and t-shirts. Penelope ushered them to the back door and told them to put on boots. As she pulled on some riding boots they ran upstairs again and returned with boots meant to be worn for fashion. Not to be worn on a farm.
"Okay this won't work."
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