Tale of a farm girl.

A girl who's forced to leave school.

Today morning, Janet Leocan, woke up frustrated as usual. Her parents stopped her from going to school and that caused a lot of sadness for her.

 

It was one evening.  After returning from school, she found her parents standing at the front door of the house, barely visible in the shadows. Her father walked towards her and forcefully tugged her backpack. Janet shouted at him for she heard her arm squeal at its socket. .

 

“Stop it Papa, you’re hurting me.”

 

“It’s better to hurt you,” her mother said, her hands clasped together and her tone straight and cold. “There will be no more school. You’ll work with us, help us clean the cars, do the washing, and milk the cow.”

 

Janet’s mouth dropped open and her cheekbones began shivering, which happened whenever she felt helpless.  

 

For a very long time, she has been sensing that her parents wanted to end her school life. They wanted her to stay with them at home and detach herself from all of her friends and books. But Janet knew that she could not detach herself from any of these things. They were her life. Her friends offered her the companionship that she could not have with her parents. Her books offered her the secret advice that no one in the world would dare to speak.

 

“Now, go take off this uniform and help your father clean the cars.” Her mother said, patting her with the edges of her finger.

 

“No!” Janet yelled, “I won’t be a machine like you.”

 

On the inside, she was proud of herself. She used a sentence that she had read in a book.

 

“Machine?” Her father placed a hand at his chest and he began laughing.

 

Janet frowned at him. Why was he laughing? She spoke the sentence to provoke her father into anger and not into laughter. It seemed he did not understand what it meant, after all, her father hated books and he used their papers to fry potatoes.

 

Unable to speak one word, Janet ran into her room.  The room had no door and she did not want her parents to see her as she gnashed her teeth in anger and punched the wall with her small fist, so she hid herself at a small corner at the end of the room, beside the wardrobe and cried.

 

 

Reviews

[Christopher.Holmberg]

Yes very sad but i thought it was well written , ah your a great writer. Keep it up.

[hotfire]

this is realy sad but realy good i will give you..

[deeps]

I like this alot. It's full of frustration,
I like the imagery I got with this.
This is very well written and expressed!