Lottie

Chapter 1 -- Morning Dew

A/N I really don't know what i'm doing haha :') this is just an experiment to see if I get one read ;) Just a heads up, I fail at English and will probably delete this.

I felt the cold, wet grass on my neck as I lay down. I love coming outside in the early morning, when the dew is fresh. I closed my eyes and listened to the birds in the trees and the rustle of the wind. I shivered, but I liked it. I was only in my school uniform – a shirt, thin jumper, blazer, skirt and socks – so not exactly the warmest attire for 7am. I had already eaten breakfast. In my family, we were all early risers, so it was perfectly normal to be completely ready before most people had woken up.

“Lottie!”

“Mmm- hmm?” I mumbled faintly. I heard the door to the garden slide open. I then heard Mum sigh.

“Oh, Lottie, not again!”

“What?” I asked innocently, knowing full well what she was on about.

“You know that your uniform gets mucky when you come out here. Jesus Lottie, this is the third time this week.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I do.” I didn’t say anything back, and carried on listening to the whistle of the wind.

“Well? Aren’t you going to get up?”

“No.” I heard Mum mutter something else, and shuffle around a little.

“How do you come out here with bare legs in the morning? It’s freezing!” I smiled and chuckled slightly.

“I don’t mind.”

“Do you mind about anything?”

“Yeah. But not this. I like it.”

“You are one strange child.” I laughed again, and rolled over so that I was on my front. I rested my cheek against the grass. The cold was refreshing.

“Oh fantastic, now the front of your uniform will be tacky too.” I ignored Mum and clasped the blades of grass with my finger. Mum gave up talking to me and I heard her shuffle back inside. Then it was just me and the birds. Just how I liked it.

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I felt a nudge at my foot. I moaned – I had only had about 5 minutes of peace.

“Mum wants you to come inside now. She said she wants to sort your uniform out.”

“Tell her I’m not 5.” Isabella giggled.

“Mum wants me to eat my fruit, but I don’t want to. Shall I tell her I’m not 5 as well?”

“Bella, you’re barely past five, so I don’t think you can use that excuse.” I sat up and tickled her.

“I – am!” she said between fits of laughter. She pushed me off and I resumed my position laid down on the grass. I felt her shoulder brush mine, so I knew she had laid down next to me.

“I’m 8. That’s 3 whole years off.”

“Yeah? I’m 11 whole years off! I win!” Bella pretended to sniff and be upset. I locked her into a cuddle and her goosebumps prickled underneath my skin. She didn’t resist, and rested her head against my shoulder.

“Why do you like it out here? It’s freezing.”

“It’s not freezing. It’s refreshing!” Isabella wriggled out of my arms and announced that she was going back inside, as it was too cold. As she opened the patio door, she also added; ‘I’m going to tell Mum too!’ I could just imagine her sticking her tongue out as well. I knew that she probably would tell Mum, so I peeled myself away from the ground and walked back inside slowly. I closed the patio door behind me, and I heard Mum and Emma arguing. I walked into the kitchen, straight into a shouting match.