“Geez, Jewels you need to clean up this pig sty.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” I yelled at him as he disappeared from the doorway. He was already heading downstairs and outside to warm up the old pickup truck. I needed to work fast if I wanted a ride to the farm.
Moments later, I found my boot tucked under my bed. After tugging it on I dashed towards the door and down the curved stairwell. The house was quiet at this time of the morning. No one was up yet except for Jared who was the early riser. He worked at a local bait and tackle shop part time on the weekends, which was where he was headed today.
No time for breakfast. I headed directly out the front door, bypassing the large kitchen and rustic designed living room. My father liked rustic decoration and was forever finding ways
