A gentle breeze had begun to pick up, carrying away the falling leaves of upcoming fall as they moved gently to the wind.
Natural smells invaded my senses as no other sounds of life went on around me.
No cars, few birds, and the comforting blow of the wind. Not too many things happened out here in the countryside, everything was quiet.
Predictable...so much so that it would begin to lull you to sleep slowly.
So predictable...to the point it was bland.
But much preferred than something sudden I suppose-
“Chelidon!” A voice shouted all of a sudden.
A lazy grumble escaped me, maybe if I continued laying down then he’d-
“Chelidon! Get up! You’re not asleep!” The voice continued, a groan erupting from me before I eventually rose to my feet.
“Chelidon, I thought I told you to take care of the garden?”
“I was going to do it, I just happened to doze off a little.”
“A little? I told you to weed the garden thirty minutes ago.”
“Time flies when you’re asleep.” I huffed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes before I began to look around.
My house was...literally in the middle of nowhere, only one other neighbor lived ‘near’ us and that was two miles down the road before there was more nothingness! Nothing but miles upon miles of golden grass and wheat fields in all directions with some other crop fields here and there. No neighbors to annoy or kids my age to hang out with much less bother just for the heck of it.
“Remind me, why is it so important to de-weed the garden? What's a few little weeds going to do to some plants? Not to mention, why can’t we just buy food at the store like we used to in the city Dad?” I asked as I crawled through the open window into my house, a sweet home-y smell hitting my nose almost immediately.
It reminded me of cinnamon, honey, and incense all mixed in together. However, my house wasn’t the biggest or the smallest, a two-story red-brick cabin that had a modern tribal air to it. The wooden walls were colored umber and decorated with different symbols and paintings my father had either bought or drawn himself and the floors were a crisp grey tile that always somehow managed to retain the look of staying freshly polished!
As for the rest of the house, however?
It was...empty?
“The hell? Where's all the furniture Dad?” I asked as I walked over to him where he sat comfortably on a maroon-colored carpet folding clothes and towels.
“Language and didn’t I tell you to stop using the windows as an entrance?” Dad huffed as soon as I took a seat next to him.
“It’s at the front of the house, besides, it’s not like I’m a robber.”
“It’s bad practice.”
“Even still, you didn’t answer my question, well questions,” I said with a scoff.
“Hm...first answer? Weeds steal sunlight, they choke the plants you want. And the city? It’s miles away Little Bird!” Dad said. “To help you understand even more? That’s three hours of driving! Why would I ever ask your Father to drive me three hours to buy something we can grow?” He said, his brow rising a little while I rolled my eyes.
At first, I thought I could live without it but...I really did miss having pizza on the weekends, hell, my father, knowing him? He’d do it in a heartbeat because he was absolutely love-blind by Dad!
“Second answer? We’re-”
My heart sped up all of a sudden, please tell me we were moving!
“-Getting new furniture, our last ones were quite old.”
I let out a groan.
“Why the groan? You always complained about how the couches were uncomfortable, not to mention...the wooden chairs made a terrible squeaking noise each time you sat in them.” Dad asked as he gently moved aside the clothes to begin working on folding the towels.
“Because I want to leave the countryside? Actually, wake up to something new? Oh! Maybe because I don’t want to go to sleep knowing a cult is around?” I answered, my eyes narrowing.
“You told me and your Father that you loved being here!”
“That was way before, back when I was excited to leave that ass of a school.”
Immediately, Dad shot a glare in my direction, fury, and annoyance clear in his dark-green eyes.
I gulped. “You have the tongue of your father. Watch. Your. Mouth.” Dad scolded, his baritone voice combined with the glare making me flash a nervous smile in his direction.
Though, even I couldn't but cower a little as I lowered my head to avoid his strict gaze.
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