Her story

Chapter 19

My mom and I got out of the car and started walking. I brushed by Luke and he seemed to noticed.

"Taylor!" I pretended I never even heard him.

"Taylor honey you can't ignore him forever." My mom added.

"Yah I know but I need time to think. You know he may look like a nice guy but deep in there he is

a jerk." My mom and I picked out some soil and vegetables. We picked tomatoes, cucumbers, peas,

and onions. They were just in a little packet and had plenty seeds to make two gardens. Am hour

passed and we were still at he farmers market. Our last stop was at a little stand which sold little

signs.

"Hi, can you make a sign for us?" My mom asked politely.

"Of course! What would you like on it?"

"We would like to have it say Taylor and Missy's garden."

"Aw what lovely names." The sign was bright green with white polka dots.

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"Well Taylor we have a lot of work to to."

"Great..." I said under my breath. We started with scraping the ground with a rake. We put the soil

down and added some water. I grabbed the tomato packet while my mom grabbed the cucumbers.

I opened the tomato packet and started placing holes in the ground for the seeds. I couldn't get to a

hole so I grabbed the little rack and started scraping at it. The rack was stuck so I started pulling

with all my force. It came out and as it did cut me right in the hand.

"Ow! Son of a b*tch!!!"

"Taylor what happened!" My mom came rushing over. She inspected it and went inside to grab the

first aid kit. Two minuets passed and she grabbed my hand. She out par oxide on it.

"Wow that hurts!"

"Hahah Taylor it will only make it better." She pulled out a hello kitty band aid.

"Um mom do you have any other band aids?"

"Oh come on Taylor it was your favorite when you were little."

"Fine." I never liked it when my mom brought up the past. It made me sad to think of how old I'm

getting, and what happened that I needed like fifty of these band aids.

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*flashback*

I was five years old and we were at my grandma and grandpas cabin. It was almost dinner time so

my cousin and I started to walk off towards the back of the cabin. My grandpa and dad were

making a canoe. There was so many tools.

"Taylor, come over here." My cousin said.

"Whhat is it?"

"I don't know. Touch it." Next to a tree was a huge bees nest.

"Wow! I love these!" I said.

"So what are they?"

"Um I don't know but I have seen them before." My cousin picked it up and threw it at me. I just

stood there until I felt a million stings.

"Oww!!!! Mommy!!!! Daddy!!!! Hellpppppp!!!!" My mom and grandma came rushing out.

"Honey what happened!" My mom rushed out of her mouth.

"Those!" I pointed at the bees nest.

"Oh honey your turning all red!" My mom said.

"Missy she's having an allergic reaction." My grandma said. They took me to the hospital and till

today I am allergic. I had to get a bunch of shots because of the bees. When I get a bee sting I have

to poke myself with an ivy pin.