Not Your Typical Country Girl Chapter Sixteen
"Harmony, it's time to get ready for church," Abigail said sweetly.
"I'm too tired and sore to move," I groaned.
"Harmony, you have to go to church," she said, "now get up! Breakfast will be done when you get out of the shower!"
I swung my legs over to the side of the bed and sat up.
"Oh my word; what did you do to your leg," she asked worried.
"Baseball," I said half awake.
"Oh okay. There is some medicine in the cabinet in your bathroom," she said.
"Okay," I mumbled.
I got in the shower and my leg was starting to sting really bad. It was a rude awakening.
I pulled my dress over my head and grabbed my drawing book. This new place kept me from drawing. Everyday I spent here meant the less I got to draw. And I did not like that at all.
"Harmony, I saw that your boots were in the trashcan! I pulled them out for you," Abigail said as I sat on the couch.
"They broke," I said depressed.
"Oh, do you want me to get some other boots out of the closet," Abigail asked, "or some flip-flops?"
"Flip-flops should work. My foot is scraped up too," I said.
"Okay, I will get them before we leave," she said, "would you tell the boys that breakfast is ready?"
"Sure," I shrugged.
I went to the bottom of the stairs and yelled "breakfast is ready!"
"I could have done that," Abigail said as I just looked at her.
I didn't know what else she wanted me to do.
I went and sat at the table. It looked like a pretty good breakfast.
"That's my seat," Dustin said.
"Sorry," I said as I scooted over one.
"That one is mine," Lance stated.
I scooted to one of the chairs at the head of the table.
"That one is mine," Clay said.
"Ugh," I groaned, "where am I suppose to sit?!"
"Just scoot over one," Lance said.
"Nope, that one is mine," Finn said as he snagged it.
I finally scooted over one more. I sat in between Abigail and Finn. It was kind of a tight space on this side of the table.
"Someone is cranky," Dustin tried to mumbled under his breath.
"I am! I am tired, my leg hurts, I really don't fit in, in this household, and I do not wanna go to church," I stated as I got up and left the table.
I went back to my room and got underneath my covers. I intended on going back to sleep. Or at least cry myself to sleep.
I hated this. Why me? This place was awful. Sure I had some times were it was fun but, just everyday lifestyle isn't me at all. I don't go to church. I don't know how to fit in or be accepted by, by these people!
By now I was crying my eyes out. I just wanted to be alone and forgotten for. Like the good days at the orphanage. I was fine with nobody wanting me. If I can't accept these people how will I ever let them accept me?
"Harmony," Abigail said as she stuck her head through the door, "come back to breakfast."
"No," I said.
"Harmony, the boys are tired to; but they are not complaining about it," she stated.
"Like I care! They are use to this nonsense," I said, "I want to be forgotten like I was before I came here!"
"That'll never happen. We love you too much," Abigail said, "now, I want you to clean yourself up and come down to breakfast! Yes ma'am?"
"Fine," I grumbled.
"Yes ma'am," she said.
"Yes ma'am," I said with a little but of sarcasm.
I got up and to the bathroom mirror. I looked at my make up. It had barely smudged at all. Thankfully I had waterproof on. I waited for my nose to not be so red before I went down stairs.
I walked in the kitchen, sat back down, and started fixing my plate.
"Harmony, we are all real sorry," Dustin said.
"Yeah, we could have said it in a nicer way," Clay said.
"It's alright," I said as I looked at my food, "I am real sorry for how I acted."
"It's alright," Abigail said as she patted me on the back.
I helped clean up breakfast once we were down and then Abigail went to go get me some flip-flops from her closet.
"Here, try these on," she said.
I tried them on and they didn't sit at all.
"They don't fit," I stated.
"How, I thought we wore the same size," she said surprised.
"Can I just got barefoot," I asked hopeful.
"I guess, we can go shopping after lunch," Abigail said.
"Oh okay," I said disappointed.
"You haveta have some shoes," she pointed out.
"Yeah I know. But no one around here carries combat boots," I stated.
"I guess you will have to find some cowboy boots you like," she said.
"Oh," I said in discuss.
"I know Harmony. I know you don't like em' but you haveta have a pair of shoes," She said.
"I know," I said, "those were just my favorite pair of shows! It took me forever to earn those!"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Abigail said, "let's go boys before we are late for church, again!"
We made out way to the trucks. Abigail and Bryce rode in a truck and the boys and I rode in another.
It was a really quiet ride to the church.
"Is it always this quiet on the way to church," I asked, hoping it wasn't me that was causing the silence.
"Yep, we are usually tired but the on the way back home is better a ride," Clay said as he drove down the dirt rode.
"Okay," I said as I stared out the window.
I remember grabbing my drawing book and sticking it underneath my Bible. I quickly got it out and start drawing. I started sketching the baseball field that we were at last night.
Before I knew it, we were at the church. I looked over at Bryce as he leaned over in the truck and hugged Abigail. When she got out the truck I noticed her nose was red. Like she had been crying or something. I had to get out of the truck and act like I was happy to be here. I put on my always fake smile and started walking behind everybody.
We finally got to our pew and I sat down. Only to open up my drawing book.
"Good mornin' Harmony," Tucker's voice said behind me which caused me jump as I was jolted out of mine own world, "whatcha up drawin?"
His southern voice seemed to get thicker by the day.
"It's not a good morning," I said as I closed my drawing book, "it was nothing!"
"Why what happened," he asked as concern came on his face.
"Just the usual," I shrugged.
"You know you can tell me anythang," he said in his country accent.
"It's nothing," I said.
"When you get mad, you have no southern accent," he said almost laughing, "hey, what happened to your shoes?"
"My shoes got put in the garbage. I loved those shoes more than anything in this world," I said, "or existence! Abigail didn't have a pair shoes that fit."
"Oh too bad! Does your fit not hurt to walk on rocks," Tucker asked.
"Nah. It's better if I don't wear shoes," I said as I turned my foot sideways.
"You did that last night," he asked stunned.
"Yep," I said.
"Playin' baseball," he asked.
"Sure did," I said.
We didn't talk much longer because church had started. We soon made our way to Sunday school where we met up Dustin, Samantha, Lance, and Finn.
"Where is Clay," I asked.
"He is in the college and career class," Tucker whispered.
"Oh okay," I said.
After Sunday school we had a break before church started. So I got out my drawing book and started drawing.
"You must be real upset," Tucker said as he appeared from somewhere.
"Why do you say that," I asked.
"Because you haven't been able to put it down," he said smiling.
"So," I asked, "the longer I stay here, the less I get draw!"
"That could be a good thing," he said.
"And why is that," I asked confused.
"Because each day you spend drawing is one less day you are learning how not to be shy," he said.
"Whatever," I said as I rolled my eyes.
"See you know it's true," Tucker said.
"It is not," I said as church started.