Harmony's POV
I was so sore today. This morning, I did not even want to get out of bed. I hurt in places that I did not even this would hurt from hit. But low and behold every single time I moved, I just wanted to cry. Finn or Lance was dying to show Tucker the video that they had taken. In my opinion, it was very embarrassing to show anyone that video. But oh well.
"Hey Harmony," Abigail called from the back porch.
"Ma'am," I asked as I came from the barn.
"Would you like to go to the store with me," she asked curiously.
"Well, I have not really finished my chores and I was going to ride a bit when I was done," I said.
"The chores can wait, you deserve a break," she said winking at me, "I bet your real sore too."
"I am," I admitted, "but okay, I will go. Let me get washed up."
"Okay," Abigail smiled as I followed her into the house.
I went up to my bedroom and washed my hands and face. They were very dirty from all the work I had been doing today.
"I'm ready," I said as I came down the staircase in the kitchen.
With each passing day, this house was getting easier to navigate through.
"Hey mom, Sam and I are gonna go out tonight," Dustin said as he stuck his head in the door.
"Alright," she said, "Harmony and I are going to the store."
"Okay, later," he said as disappeared.
I followed Abigail out to her truck.
"I figured we could go shopping to get some stuff for Finn's party this weekend," she said as she started up the truck.
"Oh, I did not know it was his birthday," I said surprised.
"Yep, my baby boy is turning sixteen," she said.
"Oh so, I am the youngest in the family," I stated.
"You are and just as important as my other boys," she said as I smiled to her.
It felt nice to be wanted and loved; it had been a very, very long time since I felt love like this. But was it true love I felt? I really do not remember much from childhood with my actually parents. Yep, they loved me more than my real parents ever did.
"Call Dustin and ask him if we have condensed milk in the fridge," she said.
"I do not have phone," I stated.
"Oh, we need to get you one," Abigail said very excited.
"Okay," I shrugged.
"His number is the contacts," she said as she handed me the phone.
"You better do it. I have never really made a phone call before, nor have I worked a cell phone," I said.
"Okay," she said as if she only heard the beginning of what I said.
It was taking Abigail forever to get all her groceries, or so it felt like it. As we went on through the store, Abigail ran in to people she knew and of course they were talking up a storm! The people she talked to even commented on face. I am pretty sure the whole town knew!
"How much more," I asked curiously.
"We are ready to check out," she stated.
"Okay awesome," I said excitingly, "I cannot wait to get home and Midnight Moon!"
"Okay, I will try and hurry," she smiled brightly.
As we walk up to the register, there was one of the girls from the bonfire party who had been pointing and laughing at me. I could not help but glare at her as we checked out.
"Hi Mrs. Ford," she said all happy.
"Hey Isabelle," Abigail said, "have you met Harmony?!"
"Oh yeah, we've met," I muttered.
"Oh," Abigail said.
Thankfully we got through the line and we walked out of there pretty quickly. I helped Abigail load the truck with the groceries and then we headed home.
"So, how come you do not like Isbeel," she asked suddenly.
"She doesn't like me," I stated, "I don't even care."
"If you didn't care you wouldn't have glared at her so bad," she said as she glanced my way.
"Whatever," I mumbled.
We rode home is silence. I didn't care to talk to her after that last comment she had made.
We pulled up to the house and she hit the horn. The boys can pouring out the front door.
"They must be hungry," she said.
"I don't think they can get here fast enough," I said laughing.
Thankfully, the boys had carried all the groceries in before I could even get one sack. But that was totally fine with me.
I headed towards the barn to finish my chores and to go ride MIdnight Moon before it got to dark.
I told Lance that I was going riding and then I gathered my drawing book. I hopped on Midnight Moon, he had some place he wanted to go in mind since he took off in a full sprint.
We rode for a while and I ended where I met Wes the Indian guy.
"Why'd you bring me here," I muttered as I tried to him around.
"Come on boy, let's go back to that little stream," I muttered to him.
He would not budge on but was making plently of racket for everyone who was passing by to look at me.
"Hey Harmony, I didn't think you would come back," Wes said as I rolled my eyes.
"I had different plans but Midnight Moon would much rather come here," I grumbled.
"He misses this place," he stated.
"Midnight Moon is my horse," I stated.
"In all honesty, he belongs to no one; no one can tame him and make him their own," he said.
"I am slowly getting there," I said.
"How do you know me," I asked.
"Your father lived on this reservation. Do you not rememer," he asked.
"Not at all," I said.
"Well you are very young when your mother ran off with you," Wes stated.
"Why would she do that," I asked.
"She was sick of this place; she wanted to live in the city. She grew up not far from here, but always longed to go live in the city."
"Is my father still alive," I asked curiously, "I don't even remember what he looks like."
"You did leave when you were a baby," he said as he ignored the first question, "I am only a few years older than you."
"How do you know me so," I asked.
"We lived right next door to each other," he said, "your mom use to keep me as my mom and dad worked."
"So you are telling me my mom kept someone else's kid," I asked.
"Correct," he said confused.
"I am surprised you aren't as screwed up as I am," I stated.
"Why do you say that," he asked confused.
"It wasn't soon after we moved to the city that I was put in an orphanage because mom was such a drug addict and whore," I said.
"No way," he said sursprised.
"What age were you when you were adopted," he asked.
"Fifteen, that is counting that no one brought me back to the orphanage," I said.
"Are you not fifteen now," he asked.
"I am; I was adopted about a month ago," I said.
"That is awful. I cannot believe your mother," Wes said.
"So, is my father alive," I asked again.
I was so sore today. This morning, I did not even want to get out of bed. I hurt in places that I did not even this would hurt from hit. But low and behold every single time I moved, I just wanted to cry. Finn or Lance was dying to show Tucker the video that they had taken. In my opinion, it was very embarrassing to show anyone that video. But oh well.
"Hey Harmony," Abigail called from the back porch.
"Ma'am," I asked as I came from the barn.
"Would you like to go to the store with me," she asked curiously.
"Well, I have not really finished my chores and I was going to ride a bit when I was done," I said.
"The chores can wait, you deserve a break," she said winking at me, "I bet your real sore too."
"I am," I admitted, "but okay, I will go. Let me get washed up."
"Okay," Abigail smiled as I followed her into the house.
I went up to my bedroom and washed my hands and face. They were very dirty from all the work I had been doing today.
"I'm ready," I said as I came down the staircase in the kitchen.
With each passing day, this house was getting easier to navigate through.
"Hey mom, Sam and I are gonna go out tonight," Dustin said as he stuck his head in the door.
"Alright," she said, "Harmony and I are going to the store."
"Okay, later," he said as disappeared.
I followed Abigail out to her truck.
"I figured we could go shopping to get some stuff for Finn's party this weekend," she said as she started up the truck.
"Oh, I did not know it was his birthday," I said surprised.
"Yep, my baby boy is turning sixteen," she said.
"Oh so, I am the youngest in the family," I stated.
"You are and just as important as my other boys," she said as I smiled to her.
It felt nice to be wanted and loved; it had been a very, very long time since I felt love like this. But was it true love I felt? I really do not remember much from childhood with my actually parents. Yep, they loved me more than my real parents ever did.
"Call Dustin and ask him if we have condensed milk in the fridge," she said.
"I do not have phone," I stated.
"Oh, we need to get you one," Abigail said very excited.
"Okay," I shrugged.
"His number is the contacts," she said as she handed me the phone.
"You better do it. I have never really made a phone call before, nor have I worked a cell phone," I said.
"Okay," she said as if she only heard the beginning of what I said.
It was taking Abigail forever to get all her groceries, or so it felt like it. As we went on through the store, Abigail ran in to people she knew and of course they were talking up a storm! The people she talked to even commented on face. I am pretty sure the whole town knew!
"How much more," I asked curiously.
"We are ready to check out," she stated.
"Okay awesome," I said excitingly, "I cannot wait to get home and Midnight Moon!"
"Okay, I will try and hurry," she smiled brightly.
As we walk up to the register, there was one of the girls from the bonfire party who had been pointing and laughing at me. I could not help but glare at her as we checked out.
"Hi Mrs. Ford," she said all happy.
"Hey Isabelle," Abigail said, "have you met Harmony?!"
"Oh yeah, we've met," I muttered.
"Oh," Abigail said.
Thankfully we got through the line and we walked out of there pretty quickly. I helped Abigail load the truck with the groceries and then we headed home.
"So, how come you do not like Isbeel," she asked suddenly.
"She doesn't like me," I stated, "I don't even care."
"If you didn't care you wouldn't have glared at her so bad," she said as she glanced my way.
"Whatever," I mumbled.
We rode home is silence. I didn't care to talk to her after that last comment she had made.
We pulled up to the house and she hit the horn. The boys can pouring out the front door.
"They must be hungry," she said.
"I don't think they can get here fast enough," I said laughing.
Thankfully, the boys had carried all the groceries in before I could even get one sack. But that was totally fine with me.
I headed towards the barn to finish my chores and to go ride MIdnight Moon before it got to dark.
I told Lance that I was going riding and then I gathered my drawing book. I hopped on Midnight Moon, he had some place he wanted to go in mind since he took off in a full sprint.
We rode for a while and I ended where I met Wes the Indian guy.
"Why'd you bring me here," I muttered as I tried to him around.
"Come on boy, let's go back to that little stream," I muttered to him.
He would not budge on but was making plently of racket for everyone who was passing by to look at me.
"Hey Harmony, I didn't think you would come back," Wes said as I rolled my eyes.
"I had different plans but Midnight Moon would much rather come here," I grumbled.
"He misses this place," he stated.
"Midnight Moon is my horse," I stated.
"In all honesty, he belongs to no one; no one can tame him and make him their own," he said.
"I am slowly getting there," I said.
"How do you know me," I asked.
"Your father lived on this reservation. Do you not rememer," he asked.
"Not at all," I said.
"Well you are very young when your mother ran off with you," Wes stated.
"Why would she do that," I asked.
"She was sick of this place; she wanted to live in the city. She grew up not far from here, but always longed to go live in the city."
"Is my father still alive," I asked curiously, "I don't even remember what he looks like."
"You did leave when you were a baby," he said as he ignored the first question, "I am only a few years older than you."
"How do you know me so," I asked.
"We lived right next door to each other," he said, "your mom use to keep me as my mom and dad worked."
"So you are telling me my mom kept someone else's kid," I asked.
"Correct," he said confused.
"I am surprised you aren't as screwed up as I am," I stated.
"Why do you say that," he asked confused.
"It wasn't soon after we moved to the city that I was put in an orphanage because mom was such a drug addict and whore," I said.
"No way," he said sursprised.
"What age were you when you were adopted," he asked.
"Fifteen, that is counting that no one brought me back to the orphanage," I said.
"Are you not fifteen now," he asked.
"I am; I was adopted about a month ago," I said.
"That is awful. I cannot believe your mother," Wes said.
"So, is my father alive," I asked again.