--------The first sound Yvie heard the first morning in her new home town, was the clucking of a chicken competing with the sound of the various birds that were humming their morning songs.
Yvie smiled as she rolled over in her bed. The smell of cherry blossoms and fresh air ignited her nervous system.
Today was the start of her new life. She had decided to go for a walk around the town. She did not need to drive since it was a small ghost town. Besides,she never walked around much. Something she was going to change this year.
Yvie skipped as she made her to the kitchen to fix her some breakfast. Black coffee and toasted bread with jam on top was all she needed.
Yvie went outside and ate her breakfast in the patio. The birds and the flowers where her only company. She had never felt lonely. As a matter of fact, she was more lonely when she was surrounded by all her "friends" from her hometown.
Yvie just sat back and let her new found peace envelope her. Part of her was nervous for she had no clue what she was going to do. She only had her high school certificate. She passed really well, but she did not know what she was really going to do for a while year.
She wanted to start her own vegetable garden. She wanted to take up painting. But now that she was here, she was not sure if that was enough to make her feel secure at Harrisville.
See, Yvie was used to living her life according to rules. Doing everything that her parents needed her to do. She worked hard to get good grades. She applied to the universities that they wanted her to go to. She was the headgirl at her high school. She was that model student. She moulded herself to what others expected of her. This idea of doing what she wanted , did not come easy to her.
Yvie was deep in her subconscious when she heard the her someone knocking on her front door. She jolted back into the present and ran to the front door. Luckily she had her robe on.
Catching her breath and running her hand through her hair to try to make her look presentable, she opened the door.
Before she could even greet, in walked two elderly ladies, talking to each other about Yvie.
"You know, I would not belive Stevie when he said that he managed to get this cottage rented." Said one elderly lady. She had on a summer dress and a daisy garland sat like a crown on her head.
"My dear Lila, I could not believe it either. And she's so young. And so thin. She needs to eat more. Poor girl." Said the other lady. She was wearing a lilac track suit. She scanned Yvie's physic with her eyes.
Yvie was shocked. Two strangers had walked into her house uninvited. To top it off, they were walking through her house. Making themselves at home.
"Missy, aren't you going to introduce yourself." Said the one that the lady in the lilac track suit had called Lila.
"Yes, yes. And some tea too. It's bitterly cold here , since it's spring time. We had to walk in the cold." Said the lady in the lilac track suit.
Yvie looked at them in awe, her mouth was agape. What-in-the-harry-potter was going on. She felt like she was on an alternative dimension.
"Today, missy."Said the lady in the lilac track suit.
"My name is Yvonne Meyers. And you are?" Yvie said in a daze whilst she took the two elderly ladies hands.
"I'm Lila Davies." Said the elderly lady with the flower garland on her head. She had a warm smile on her face. She reminded Yvie of her late grandmother.
"And I'm Pricilla Peirez." Said the elderly lady with the lilac track suit. She had a rather stern look on her face. Yvie had the feeling that she was not somebody that she should make angry.
Yvie smiled at them. She put on the kettle. Yvie found them both adorable and loving, despite their sudden intrusion.
They spoke for what felt like hours. They made her feel at home. That day, she gained to friends.
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