I walk along the grass. I don't know what I was thinking. Running away? Not the brightest idea. Images flood through my mind. "Sweetheart, Bradley loves you. You two should get married!" My mum said. I couldn't. I just ran out. Nobody loves me. And I mostly do not want to get married.
I kick through the pebbles across the road. And I hear a woman. "Excuse me, young lady, what are ya doing out here all alone?" I turn around, facing a woman, about late 40's. Her hair is dark brown and she has big blue eyes. "I..I," She gets out her car. "Nonsense, child." She leads me to her car and begins driving. "Are ya an orphan?" she asks. "Yeah," I lie. "Oh, what's your name?" she asks. "Joyce Estefaun, but you can call me Joy." I reply, quietly. She smiles. "Well my names Denise but you can. call me Nana." I smile.
She jangles her keys as she opens the door, her house is quite big. "Well Joy, welcome to the Amish." I smile. They don't have much electricity here, just an old cranked t.v. She hands me a pile of clothes, a ,long yellow dress, and a brown head piece. "Thank you." I muster. She gives me a small smile, and points to the bathroom. I walk in, and start to dress. As I dress, I listen in on Nana's conversation. "Oh Harry, dear, I have a surprise for you." surprise? "Mum, I usually don't like your surprises," a male voice says, assuming it's Harry, I keep listening. "This one is great." She says. I open the door and walk out. "Oh Joyce, you look lovely." She says, and my eyes shift to Harry. Curly-haired, green orbs, light skin, pink lips."This is Harry, I'll leave you two to talk," she says and winks. She heads to the kitchen. And I'm left alone with Harry.
"I'm Joyce, you..you can call me Joy." I whisper. His shakes his head, "No, Joy sounds like a nickname a friend would call you, and I'm not your friend nor will I ever be." I am taken aback. "You don't have to be such a jerk." I whisper-yell. He rolls his eyes, "You can sleep on the couch." He says. "Oh no, don't be silly, Harry you sleep on the couch tonight." Nana says. I smile. But then I think What have I gotten myself into?
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in the amish (h.s. fanfic)
FanficI guess you could say I'm not very intelligent, or beautiful. But there is one thing I am. Brave. I may be lost, but I've found my way. When Joy Estefaun gets lost in the country she finds her self somewhere least expected.
