Dear Readers: From this point forward, I will not be writing The Terrible Twins series anymore. It has become both a bore to read and write, so I have decided to stop. The following is a story I am writing in school.
A hot tear rolled down my cheek. I rested my chin in my hands, staring blankly at the cream-colored wall. A quiet knock disturbed my thoughts, as I sat up.
“Come in,” I whispered.
The doorknob turned, and a woman’s dark, tear-stained face peeked in. “Your father, Honey.” She dabbed her nose with a handkerchief. “He’s gone.” I slowly stood up, letting the news of my father’s death seep in. I was an orphan now — all by myself.
“NO! FATHER!” I screamed. Flinging my head into a nearby pillow, I sobbed until my head hurt.
My nurse, Sarah, walked over to me and quietly murmured, “It’ll all be ok. It’ll all be ok.” She stroked my hair, lifting my wet chin.
“B-but where will I go now?” I stuttered. Sarah put a finger to my shaky lips.
“Don’t you be worrying now,” she said firmly. “I gotta plan.”
The warm, southern sun beat down on Sarah’s dark face. “Timmy! Oh, where is that man?” She huffed, tightening her grip around my hand. “C’mon. He best be in that old barn.” And with a shove, Sarah opened the heavy barn door.
A tall, 38 year-old man sat on a stool, milking a cow. “Why it’s Sarah! And a sweet little girl she’s brought, too!” he cried.
I blushed, flattered by the comment.
“Timmy, this here is Daisy. She’s the Dorall gal.” Timmy got up from his little stool and shook my hand.
“What brings you here?” he asked.
I noted the man’s strong firm handshake, and penetrating blue eyes as I answered, “Miss Sarah brought me here because my father died early this morning.” I paused to flick away a tear. “And I’m an orphan now — my mother passed away at my birth — so I couldn’t stay at my house anymore.”
Sarah continued, “I’m asking you if you’d be willing to take her to the ranch. Ms. Emily told me just last week that you be wanting an adventure, and here it is.” She smiled. “I’ll let ya’ll talk, okay?”
Timmy nodded, wiped his hands on his overalls, and walked out of the barn. “Do you really think Mr. Timmy will do it?” I asked. Sarah stepped outside.
“You tell me,” she chuckled.
Curious by what the nurse meant, I squinched my eyes, trying to see ahead. There Timmy was, racing into the little house. Sarah handed me a woven basket, and tightened her bonnet. “Here he is right now,” She said.
Hand-in-hand with his wife, Timmy walked over to us. “Emily and I have had a good talk,” he began. “And we’ve decided Daisy can go on that adventure.” His mouth split into a grin.
“I told you he’d do it,” Sarah smiled, as she kissed me good-bye. I sighed.
“You’re always right, Miss Sarah. You’re always right.”
The old, horse-drawn wagon bumped along the dirt road. I shaded my eyes, trying to see over the broad shoulders of Timmy. He whistled merrily, slapping the horses’ reigns. “Mr. Timmy?” The kind man turned around.
“Yes?” he replied.
“I’ve been dying to ask- what is this ranch place?” Timmy shushed me. Offended, I asked again.
“No, seriously, Daisy. Quiet.” he answered. I clutched his hand, peering out into the black night. Suddenly, a shiny black stallion rushed to our side.
There, on top of the horse, was a bandit.
To be continued…in an all-new, short series!