Today I am going to start a new story. This story is about the younger years of Celeste and how she grew up. Hope you like it! 😉
As far as the little golden hair girl was concerned,life couldn't get any better at the age of nine years old; stretching her body from-the nights rest the tall,lanky little girl got up in the early morning dawn. Every morning she had to help milk the cows, and feed the farm critters that were on the large farm she resided in Ohio. On the large farm they had pigs, chickens, mules, horses, goats, cats and dogs. She would feed and talk to all the animals like they were her best friends before she headed off to school. Doing daily ranch chores taught her how to be tough, have responsibility, and discipline. Celeste was a different kind of child she was not your usual little girl. She loved learning about nature, herbs, and life. she very rarely watched TV, and hardly played with toys as most children would do. When her mother asked her to help outwith the house work, she would hide outside till her mother forgot. Realizing that she was running late with her chores, she quickly completed them in a half ass fashion, and ran to the farm house to change her clothes for school. The bus will be here soon she thought, if I don't get moving I'm going to be in trouble again. Before she completed her thought, a pack of coon hound puppies pounded her with play. She tried to kick them off her legs while she ran to the safety of the house. Each puppy trying to attack her pant legs to take her down to the ground. Giggling with delight, she tried not to let the pups make her fall on her face before she reached the farm house porch. Each pup found the fight with Celeste too fun to let go. In the end they finally sent their friend to the ground, while her face barely missed the porch. The pups attacked with glee, ripping her pants, pulling her hair out. Tugging and pulling the puppies tore her up. She tried to protect her face from the licks and bites with her arms, but was becoming futile attempts. "Stop it.... haha...Stop".....Celeste giggled, but had enough of their rough play. She growled like their canine mother in anger. It didn't faze the pups whatsoever; they were not going to be fooled into leaving their friend alone. Until, Celeste's mother came out of the house with a broom, shooing them away. "Get...get's you dang pups!" Celeste's mother said with anger, while she shewed them away with her broom. "What is a matter with you, Celeste? Letting them hounds tare you up like that? I swear I'm going to get rid of them we have too many animals on this farm. I am getting sick, and tired of cleaning up after them!" "NO, they are my friends’ mama; don't get rid of them, please!" Celeste pleaded. "Darn it, Celeste, I can't keep mending your clothes all the time. And before you know it, you will have no clothes left to wear by summer, if these pups have anything to do with it!" As Celeste stood up brushing her dirty pants off, while trying to move her wild hair off her face she declared, "Well then, I will make my own clothes, mama!" "Don't you snap back at me, girl? I am getting sick of this garbage." They both stood in defiance at each other, Celeste knew she lost the battle. She was taught never to disrespect her elders, so she took the tongue lashing her mother gave her till both of them heard the school bus blow its horn. "Now, look here young lady you have missed your bus again; because, of these damn dogs." "Oh…no worries mama, I can catch it when it comes back around." Celeste lightly stated. "You are not going to school looking like that. Did you get all your chores done?" She asked Celeste. "Yes, mama, I did." "Well go get dress on the double, and you better hope to god you make it this time," her mother snapped. Celeste kicked herself into gear running into the house. Quickly changing her pants and shirt, she hustled down the stairs heading for the kitchen table to get her lunch. As she scurried out the door she kissed her mother goodbye, and then ran to catch the bus. She was half way down the long driveway; when the bus drove pass her. Defeated, but not for long; she decided to walk to school. While walking a distance on the side of the road, a car beeped his horn behind her. Catching Celeste's attention, she recognized her friend, Dale. He was an extra hand for her family’s farm. She stopped in her tracks, waited for the car to pull over. He rolled down the window, told her to get in the car with a smile. She gladly accepted. "Well little one, why are you walking on the road?" He asked her. "I missed my bus again Dale. Them dang pups tore me up, and made me miss it!" "Well I see, they made a mess of your hair too. Here take this comb, try to fix it, while I take you to school this once. I don't want you to get into any more trouble with your mom,buckle up." "Thanks Dale." Celeste said softly. It didn't take Dale long to drop Celeste off at school. As she got out of the car she pleaded with Dale. "See you later, don't tell mama that you took me to school. I might get another yellin' from her okay?" "It would help if your mom knew how to drive Celeste, but no worries I won't tell." Shutting the car door Celeste heard the school bell ring for all students to enter the building. She ran like the wind to the entrance of the school arriving in her classroom just in time before the second and final bell rang.
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