Country Girls Love Country boys

Chapter 1: SOUTHERN BELLE

"Honey," mom called from down stairs. "What?" I said annoyed that she really just yelled when she could of just walked up stairs. "Come down here, I made pies for our new neighbors. I need help carrying them all." She said sounding happy that she could say neighbors. Mom and I live out in the middle of nowhere, so it's nice to see a little it of life out here, besides each other, and our many horses. "Alright ma I'll e down there in a second." I yelled back trying of to let her hear the frustration in my voice. Gosh it's freakin six o'clock, on a Saturday! I growled really just wanting to go back to bed.

I found the strength to push myself out of bed. Coach Micheal had us running basketball drills for two hours, without rest yesterday!

I made my way over to my mirror, crap I look terrible! My long golden blonde hair is a freaking rats nest, and don't even get me started o my baggy eyes.

Way to make a first impression, I thought to myself. Now we're the hell is my brush? Moving and rearranging some of my things I grabbed my sports bag and pulled out my brush.

A I brushed through my knotted hair , I jumped when my mom started screaming. " Jewliette Michele Henderson, If you don't get you butt down here right now, you won't hear the end of it!" She yelled from down stairs.

I rolled my eyes and set down the brush, knowing that she meant what she said. I headed down stairs only to be greeted by a not-so-happy face.

"Sorry mom, I was using the bathroom," I lied so I would not have to listen to her go on and on about me not listening to her.

"It's ok but from now on I want you up every Saturday morning by six o'clock; ya hear? The horses need brushing and feeding." She said smiling as she tucked a peice of loose hair behind my ear. "Now here ya' go hun, I made you your favorite breakfast, eggs, bacon, and a piece of common toast." she handed me the ate smiling. I smiled back, eagerly taking the plate from her. "Thanks." I said taking a seat at the table.

As my mom headed back to the laundry room, millions of thoughts flooded my mind. I wonder what these people are like. Are they nice? Do they have any kids? The house they were moving into was beautiful. It was a two story log cabin, much too expensive for my mom's budget. After my dad left when I was nine, with his redneck tramp, mom struggled to get by, let alone keep our house, but miraculously she has managed to keep all the bills up to date.

My mom was extremely beautiful. She had long blonde hair that she always kept curled. She had the prettiest eyes you had ever seen. They we're blue and sparkled when the light hit them just right. I wish I had blue eyes, but I had to take after my stupid father. I had bright green eyes. Don't get me wrong I love my eyes, but I love my mom's more. I as well as my mom, had long blonde hair, but I preferred to keep it straight. I was country, but I was NOT a freaking redneck nor was I no damn hillbilly! I preferred to be calls a southern belle, my mom says the samething too.

"Alright my love, ready to meet our new neighbors?" Mom asked smiling so big it looked like it hurt. I wonder why she was so happy. "Yea ma'am, I said acting overly eager. I slips on my boots and started out the door.

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