Chasing Amelia Grace (on hold)

The Arrival

Chapter 2: The Arrival

(A/N): Picture is Vince Sant as Hunter. Yes, I know what you're thinking," You put this Martin Garrix dude as Hunter." Yes, well, I changed my mind! Vince is cuter, anyways.

Song(s) for the chapter:

Rivers and Roads-The Head and The Heart
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Hunter

When I signed up for this, I wasn't expecting to live in the town of rednecks and cows for a whole year. I was thinking maybe an apartment in a small city or something. Oh boy, this was a whole heck of a lot different. I saw a middle aged man with graying dark hair holding a sign that read," Hunter Weathers" in scratchy but readable handwriting.

I approached him and said,"Mr.Grace?" Apparently, it was the right thing to say because he smiled.

"You must be Hunter! It's nice to meet you! The name's Charlie, but you can call me whatever suits you." He extended his hand and I shook it firmly.

The car ride with Mr. Grace was simply boring. He kept asking me a whole bunch of questions that I politely answered but as one more question was asked, I grew more bothered. He soon got the hint I was tired and not cooperating and stopped asking questions. I put in my headphones and hit 'play' on my IPhone before resting my head against the window.

I watched trees and various wildlife as we drove by. Green rolling hills and mountains were all I could see for miles all around. We passed by cow pastures where many cows and their calfs were grazing. Horses of every size, shape, and color dotted the hay fields.

For the most part, Mr. Grace kept to worn dirt roads as we continued on towards the Grace household. Trees loomed over the car as we drove through the heart of a forest. All the rivers and lakeside drove by were practically mirrors. This place was so... untouched that it added to the beauty of it all.

Eventually, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Sometime around thirty minutes later, Mr. Grace announced we had arrived and pulled into the driveway of a big red brick house. I opened my door, unplugging my headphones, and stepped out onto the gravel. I helped Mr. Grace with my luggage and followed him into the house. A lady with blonde hair,who I assumed was Mrs. Grace,was sitting at the kitchen table reading something. When she heard us, she rose from her chair and smiled warmly at me.

"Judy, this is Dylan," announced Mr. Grace.

"Hi, dear. I'm Mrs. Grace but you can call me Judy or Momma or whatever you feel comfortable with!" She reached out a hand which I shook.

"The pleasure's all mine ma'am." I set down one of my suitcases and rubbed my shoulder as Mrs. Grace turned to her husband.

"Amelia's gone to the forest again and hasn't even come back for breakfast yet. That girl is gonna never learn anything if she don't come outta there now and then. She spends all her time in there and I swear she ain't done any of the reading assignments her teachers have been giving her," she put her hands on her hips and a small frown appeared on her lips.

I mentally smiled at her accent. I wonder if their daughter had the same accent. Maybe she's cute. But that'd be awkward, so I pushed that thought of my head.

Mr. Grace frowned, causing a few worry lines to appear on his tanned face.

"I have to go to Marshall's to talk about selling Grahm, the mare we got from Jimmy Taylor, so I can't go. The meeting starts soon. Sorry." He gave his wife a quick kiss on the cheek and waved as he walked out the door and drove away.

I felt awkward standing there with Mrs. Grace in the kitchen. Then she snapped her fingers.

"I hope not asking too much but could you go into the forest and fetch my daughter? I have to feed my son, Will, and my other daughter, Meredith, is at a friend's house," ask Mrs. Grace as she led me to my room with me lugging my luggage (a/n: haha) behind her.

"That's okay," I rested my suitcases and duffle on the bed." I'll get her for you."

Mrs. Grace beamed and gave me a quick thanks before leading me outside and showing me where to find her daughter.

I made my way across the meadow without much difficulty and came to the entrance of a magnificent forest. The wind was blowing making the leaves rustle. Small rays of sun hit the forest floor through small opening in the treetops. Branches swayed as if to greet me. It was a pretty cool place I'll admit.

My little sister, Lilly, would've liked this place. She had always loved being around nature. She was the reason we moved to our little house in the middle if nowhere back when we lived in Oregon.

That was the nicest place we ever lived. But I hated it so much at the same time.

I walked on the worn path for a little while longer before I heard a voice. It was a girl's voice and she seemed to be singing. And she sounded absolutely amazing.