Overcome

Chapter Thirty- Nine

I read some books while mom and Justin were at work. Then I got bored of being in the house so I decided to walk somewhere. I didn't really know where I was going but I got dressed in my dark denam skinny jeans, a green short sleeved shirt, and my saddle colored sperrys. I actually took time to brush my hair fully and not just run through it quick. Then for the first time in a long time, I looked at myself in the mirror.

My newly brushed hair has grown down to the middle of my rib cage and my side bangs grew out and got pushed all onto my left side making my hair somehow not look as bad as it always used to. I skip down to my eyes that are a hazely, gold color depending on what color I'm wearing. Since I'm wearing a green shirt, the green in my eyes shines more than the gold. If I were wearing a darker shirt my eyes would look more gold. I stop looking at myself and leave the house and walk into the town which is three seconds away.

I walk past the restaurants and walk into the craft stores for some reason. I walk around in them thinking of what crafty thing I could conjur up but don't come up with anything. I was never really that artistic. If I was still riding, and everyone knew, I would make a roll top for our jumps because the one that we have now is losing some of it's turf and Maggy refuses to use it for shows. Then I think of the real grass infront of my house and see that it has some brown spots and is slightly overgrown because our landscapers rarley ever come, or do a good job when the do show up.

I walk down the block to a gradening store and pick up flower seeds and already grown flowers. I didn't know what kind they were but I thought the colors were pretty. I bought an abondance of red, purple, and white flowers to plant around the house. I don't even know why I'm doing it but if I don't do something my mind is going to explode. Then I buy a two bags of mulch and a bag of fertalizer. The total outcome price was $34.50. I scrunch my eyebrows and wonder how I even got this money in the first place. But then forget about it because its to late o get it back and wonder.

I take one of there wagons home with me thinking that I'm going to bring it back but deep down I know that that's never going to happen. The first thing I do is go into our shed in the backyard and drag out the lawn mower. I look at the back yard and figure I should mow here too and if I have extra flowers I'll put some back here.

I look at the lawn mower and I realize that I have no Idea how to start it. I've seen people pull back the string thingy and it magically starts. But when I do it nothing happens. I keep trying to pull it back and forth but nothing is happening. I get mad and kick it out of frustration but it fights back and trips me. I land on my face getting a mouth full of grass.

I get the feeling that one of my neighbors may be laughing historically. "I'll be starting with the flowers then" I say as I get up. I hope that that stupid neighbor was videoing that and puts me on Rob Dyrdeks show, Ridiculousness. Maybe I can become famous that way.

For three hours I raked, dug, planted, and spread mulch around the flowerbeds in our front yard. My arms were covered in dirt along with my clothes and parts of my face. I was exhausted. I took a step back to see what I've done and it did look beautiful. I mixed all the colors together evenly so that it wouldn't have clumps of purple in one spot and white in the other. It was almost perfect. I take the other bag of mulch and pour it in an open spot. Then spread it around the flowers. I don't even notice Justin pull into the driveway and kneel down next to me. "Having fun?" He sarcastically asks. I jump back in surprise. "Whoa" He laughs "You're not in a horror movie."

"I could be." I remark. "You never know, maybe I was just practicing for a big part."

"Oh yeah? Which one?" He asks.

"Random person number twelve." We both laugh, "Was I a convincing person number ten."

"Well maybe if you could get your person right I would have something to compare it to." Did I say a different number? I think. Whatever, I don't care. "So, what made you do all this?" He looks around.