6) Spreading WingsA Chapter by Kelly M.
"Maybe it's just a silly schoolgirl romance," April said to herself. "Besides, I am only sixteen. Maybe I only think I'm in love with him." She sighed. She hadn't a wink of sleep last night. She had mulled over the words Jenny had said and couldn't keep her mind off Drew. She had wondered if he was thinking of her, as she constantly was of him. She decided she'd just have to wait until their letters started arriving.
"April!" her mother called. "April, it's time to eat." She jumped off the stiff, flat bed and made a run for the kitchen. Although she had had a rather large dinner last night, she was still very hungry. "I didn't think you would be using that stove," April teased her mother. "Well, it sure takes a plumb long time to cook things, but I think I got the hang of it now." "Where's, Dad?" April asked suddenly, once she had realized he wasn't in the room. "His new job, dear." "So soon? I didn't know that--" "He said that the boss wanted him there on time. I do hope he does well as a blacksmith. That can be dirty work, you know." April nodded thoughtfully and was about to sit down when she realized they didn't have any chairs. "Mama--" "I know, April. We're going to have to make do without them, for now." April giggled. "Mama, are you a mind reader?" Her mother chuckled softly and turned from the stove. "A mother. Same thing." April smiled at her mother. She was thirty-five, but still had her youthful side to her. Her caring blue-green eyes and dirty blonde hair were really becoming on her. She was just a little shorter than April and had a baby-like round face. She had small pink lips and two dimples that were displayed when she smiled. She looked small and dainty, but she could always handle hard work. "Well, these grits are done." April almost let out a sigh, but stopped herself. She had to be thankful for the meager food they had. Although she wasn't a fan of grits, she ate them with all the effort she could. They had such a plain taste. They didn't burst in your mouth with a sweet explosion, but instead were plain and somewhat bitter. She realized it didn't do any good thinking about it, so decided to ask about any plans her mother had thought out. "So, what do you plan on doing this week?" Her mother mulled over the question before answering abruptly. "I think I'll clean a little more. Still a lot to get done around here." April nodded in understanding. "What should we clean today then?" "We aren't. I am. You're going to be in school." April almost dropped her spoon. "But I thought we were going to wait on that for a little while. You need help around here--" "April," her mother interrupted her softly, resting her aged hand on Aprils' small ones. "April, your education is very important to your father and me. More than anything." April nodded slowly. "I know that. And I don't plan on quitting school, Mama. It's just that I want to-- well-- wait a little while. I'm just not quite ready yet." Her mother nodded and replied simply, "You can start tomorrow then. That's not too soon, is it?" April shook her head slowly. Tomorrow she was to start school. Not that school was brand new to her. She had gone back home, but this was different. She didn't know anyone here. She didn't even know if the students would like her. What if they didn't? She would have to face that when it came. Tomorrow she would have to spread her wings and fly off into a whole new world. One that came with many adventures.
© 2012 Kelly M.Author's Note
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