Spotlight Girl //a Jeremy Jordan Fanfic//

When My World Fell Apart

My world fell apart the day my mother died.
I won't bother sugar coating it or try and build it up to end with the bombshell that was her death, I haven't the energy or patience for that. No, I'll spare you the trouble, like I wish someone could've done for me and just tell you how the days events carried ou t.

The day started out like any other.

It was a Saturday and asusual, it was quiet on our little farm. I was awoken by the feeling of a slobbering tongue on my toes. I giggle as Duchess, my Australian shepherd, found her way up from the bottom end of the bed to the top where she promptly licks my face.

Stroking her head, I give her a small peck on her nose and sit up in bed, throwing on my hoodie, getting up from my bed and making my way downstairs.

We had a pen of chickens for eggs and a cow for milk and as for the barn we had on the property, that was filled with every breed of horse you can imagine. Mum dedicated all her time to running this place and I was more than happy to sacrifice an extra hour in bed on a Saturday and Sunday to help her.

I pulled on my wellies before grabbing the basket for the eggs in the kitchen and trudged outside into the foggy morning air. I then head over to the little pen where all 5 chickens would be snoozing away, waiting for their wake up call.

Once opening up the pen and having an explosion of feathers fly at me, I feed them some corn and oats from a bag in the shed and collect their eggs while they ate.

Then it's time to get the milk from Gertrude the cow, who has never been a fan of this morning tradition of ours. I mean, I mean, if I was interrupted from my slumber at half 7 in the morning and had parts of my skin pinched and pulled I wouldn't be too happy about it either!

As I place the basket of eggs in the corner of her pen, Gertrude let out a long disgruntled sounding moo and I can't help but smile as she got up from her horizontal position on the  hay covered floor to stand near the stool where I'd be sitting.

Grabbing the bucket that was hung on a hook by the door, I make my way over to Gertrude and place it under her udders. "I know Gertie, I hate it as much as you do, but it must be done." I tell her, patting her hide and sitting down at the stool.

As I milked her, I hummed a soothing tune and after a few moments began singing, instantly soothing Gertrude's desolate moo's into calm and quiet grumbles.

After that I fed her some oats and brought the milk and eggs inside.

The house was still quiet, suggesting Mum still wasn't up, which was perfect as it gave me just enough time to make us breakfast before she started working.

I popped some bread in the toaster and turned on the oven hob and got out the frying pan. Switching the kettle on, I place two mugs on the side and pop two tea bags in.

I fry up some eggs for Mum and scramble some more for myself and just as I'm dishing everything up, Mum appears in the doorway, her dressing gown wrapped firmly around her slender frame and her hair a birds nest of curls.

"Morning Mama." I greet her, stirring in the sugar and milk in her tea and handing it to her. She smiles and takes it gratefully.

"Morning love," she replies, stifling a yawn and taking a seat at the table. "Forever the early riser..."

I chuckle, sitting opposite her and taking a gulp of my tea. "You needed the rest. You were up half the night with Marigold, I'm surprised you're even up now!"