Elizabeth - Two

Peter meets Elizabeth for the first time.

Six years ago . . .

It was early spring, the sun beginning to shine. I smiled, placing one hand on my brother's shoulder, Timothy, and watched the clouds fly with the wind. My brothers and I, including my younger sister, were sent to my uncle's farm until Mum and Dad come back from the United States. It was amazing as to how Timothy was the one who suggested our stay with Uncle Stewart. The two have been bickering for years, still are, but I suppose Timothy wanted best for our siblings since he was declared  the eldest.

"See here, Peter," Timothy began, staring ahead at the stretched field. "We are the lucky ones to have such a wonderful landscape to call ours." He took in a good whiff of the air, sighing with delight.

I nodded, staring beyond the land. I was too young to understand why we are lucky. Sure, Timothy is only four years older than I, but I can tell his intelligence is much grander than mine. I've been told I think older, but I really cannot see it. Being fourteen surely has it's kicks and all, but I would sure love seeing the world in Timothy's eyes.

"Do others have lands like ours?" I asked, looking up at him through curious eyes. Mine were brown like our father's, his green like our mother's. Mum always said I may look like Dad, but I'll always think like Mum. Even Uncle Stew says so himself.

"Some do, Pete. Others don't have the pleasures like ourselves. Now come, Pete. We must go back into the barn and feed the animals before Aunt Susan comes back from the shop." Timothy guided me through the field, making our way over to the dark blue barn that suppressed the animals. It smelled dreadful, but I've grown used to it the past couple of months. Timothy and Benjy made me help out in the barn since the others were too small.

Benjy was with the horses, grooming Knight, the black stallion. Knight was Uncle Stew's greatest prize. He never let any harm come to Knight. Benjy smiled at the sight of us two, throwing a pitch fork my way.

"You better hurry with that hay, Peter. Or else they'll start eating your hair!" Benjy snickered, focusing his attention on Knight once more. My brothers enjoyed teasing me about my sandy hair. Everyone in the Kinsley family had brown or black hair, some even had scarlet from our great-great grandmother, Diane. I somehow managed to get sandy blond hair like the outsider I am.

Timothy walked over to Benjy and thumped the back of his head. "Don't fool around, Benjamin. Respect you brother." Of course, Timothy was the only one who admired my hair for being so bold.

I stuck out my tongue at Benjy and made my way to the back of the barn. The hay stacks were piled up in neat rectangles. I sighed with relief that Benjy did the bundling himself instead of making me do it. It's a wonder as to what Benjy thinks of me. I stuck the pitch fork inside and raised it into the air. I walked carefully  back into the barn, over to where the horses were.

"Is Susan here?" I heard a soft voice ask. I turned to see a girl with a long French braid standing by the entrance. She was beautiful. Eyes of Jaded green, hair of milk chocolate brown, and skin of soft peach.

"I'm afraid she's at the shop." Benjy said, walking over to her. "Would you like to leave a message?"

"Yes. Tell her that Elizabeth William came by." the girl said in an American accent. I was curious as to how a young girl from the States new my aunt.

Benjy nodded with a goofy smile. "Will do Miss William. If you like, you can stay for a while, here in the barn or in the ranch. Stew wouldn't mind. She should be back in a jiffy."

Elizabeth smiled and my heart raced. "Sure, and thank-you." She glanced over at me and frowned. "Is something wrong with that boy?" she whispered to Benjy.

He looked over at me and screeched with laughter. "Peter! Why are you so bubbly?"

I suddenly realized that I was holding my breath. In a matter of seconds, I pasted out.

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[Krystal Nicole]

The ending made me laugh. Wonderful peice