Drop Kicked

chapter 3

The cabin was just like my many memories reminded me. My childhood friend was the pastors son, Mark. He had many parties here. I pulled out my belongings and begin to settle in when I hear a knock at the door. I whip around startled, then I feel a big grin grow across my face. It was Mark. I strolled toward the door and opened the screen door. We embraced in a hug that was long overdue. He put me down and we started talking about all the things that was going on in each others life. Turns out he spends most of his time down here fishing in the lake behind the cabin. We went on for a hour or so the said our goodbyes.

I went inside and face planted in the bed and fell asleep.

----- The next day, I woke up and got ready for my first day of work. I figured since it wasn't that far I could run to work, save my gas. Turns out I was a little bit out of shape, but I got there on time. Six in the morning. Walked up the walkway and seen a list of things to do on the redwood front door. Move hay bails to corner of pasture, brush horses, feed horses and cows, gather chicken eggs, .....All of a sudden some guy walked up behind me and whispered, "You look too pretty to be the other farm hand." I turned around and got a good look at him. He was so gorgeous. Sun tanned skin, built well and wore a shirt to show it, deep brown hair, eyes bluer than the ocean , and dimples. Oh how I love them dimples. Anyway I smiled shyly and stuck my hand out, " I'm Kayla, you're ?" " Justin, I'm looking forward to getting to know you gorgeous ." I'm not that pretty, but I am a sight for sore eyes. Anyway, I jumped off the porch and got to work.