Alex95's stories
01 - Down on the Farm
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By Alex95
Fictional TUG story
Apr 11, 2011 11:02 pm
Good morning to everyone. Well at least it's morning here early morning. I have been reading this site for a long time, and thought I would try my keyboard at writing a story for it. I have written several short stories around the internet on different topics and I thought I would try to compose something here. This will be my first story and if people like it I might make a series out of it.
First of all, this story is a work of fiction. It never really happened. It's not even based on real events or my personal experiences growing up. I was never involved in TUGs growing up. This story is a culmination of my writing experience and several of the other things that seem to be in stories listed here. This is meant to be a fun story. I won't include anything dealing with kidnapping, abuse, or of sexual nature so please don't ask. However, if anyone has suggestions about a path for the story to take let me know. I am open to ideas at least after this first introduction part. It will take a while for me to lay a foundation before I get to the tying part. I like to introduce my characters and provide some information about their backgrounds to let the reader connect with them.
Down on the Farm
Morning light flowed through the wind above his bed in the subterranean level of his house. The young boy had no alarm set. There was a clock in his room, but it rarely ever saw much use these days. He was too young to worry about setting it. His mind was still divided and clear from the difficulties that often accompanied the transition to adult hood. He never had a hard time getting up in the morning. It was just a little before 7:00 a.m. on the rolling dairy farm. He went to bed early as was his custom. Actually, it was a curfew that his mother imposed an 8:30 pm bed time that had to be strictly adhered to. His older siblings were not bound by such rules, but privileges like staying up later at night were something that came with aging just like everything else.
Zac sat up in his bed and flipped the covers forward off his upper body and neatly onto his lap. The room was still cool with the heat of the day still some distance from reaching its hot point. The basem*nt where he resided unlike the rest of the old farm house didn't have air conditioning. His parents had installed central air on the main floor of the house some time ago. There were also two single room air conditioners installed in the bedrooms on the second story of the house. However, none of the cool air managed to circulate down here. That was fine with Zac, he hated being cold in the first place.
The young boy let out a long and silent yawn as he raised his arms high above his head. The puffy sleeves slid down the length of his wrist gently exposing some of his bare skin to the cooler air. The covers had fallen off his upper half and landed gently in his lap covering on the lower half of him. The cute little cartoon girl was exposed to the open air now and no longer hid below the covers of the child's bed. Zac finished his stretch and lowered his arms allowing the longs sleeves on the night gown to fall back to their proper place. Zac sat there a minute and looked around the room surveying the darkness mixed with the early morning light that flickered gingerly though the window that over-sat his bed.
Zac was 10 this year and starting to get older. The boy was a little short for his age still and still very much a child at heart. His eyes were a deep blue that clashed quietly with his short cut auburn brown hair. Zac shifted the covers off of himself completely and rolled his legs off over the side of the bed. The length of the nightgown followed his movements quickly. Zac stood up reaching his feet and let them fall hard upon the concrete floor that served as the base for his room. Then he stood up. His room was a corner of the basem*nt that had been walled off with a panel board by his father and a small swinging door had been added to separate the 15 by 20 feet area. Zac was the youngest of his siblings and now that he had wanted his own room the previous year his father had to make a small addition to the house. The floor of the room was cold without carpet especially in the winter months of the year, but it was wonderful for another purpose.
When Zac reached his full height, the nightgown fell quickly to its full length just above his ankles. With the outfit full exposed, Dora the Explorer appear on his front dressed in a purple set of pajamas. Being the youngest of 3 children, a good part of Zac's wardrobe was composed of hand-me-down clothing from his two older siblings. He still had a number of outfits his eldest brother had worn several years ago that still fit him. Clothing was expensive when your parents were farmers and his mother hadn't been too picky as to which sibling his sleepwear had come from. Zac actually had 3 nightgowns in his pajama collection at the moment. Two of them featured Dora and the third Tinkerbell. They had all been his sister Emily's two years prior. She still liked characters from her younger childhood. However, Dora she was beginning to outgrow finally now that she was 11.
The nightgown was definitely well worn and faded, but it was comfortable and warm on cooler nights. Zac liked it quite a bit and it rarely saw wear beyond his room or an occasional trip to the breakfast table. Such would not be the case this morning. Zac slid the garment off over his head and allowed it to come to rest on the floor. He made the short trip across his room and stated getting ready for the day. He was more than old enough to pick out an outfit and dress himself. It was a Saturday the second one in May. The weather outside was definitely getting warmer, but the last chills of the year were not completely gone yet. Zac opened his drawer and pulled out some clothing. A long sleeved white t-shirt with a bear on the front. This had also been part of his sister's wardrobe passed onto him. He slipped it on over his head. Next, he drew out a pair of blue denim overalls. Zac wored his lets inside and pulled the straps over his shoulders and snapped them onto the front of the garment. The front apron part of the overalls covered the bear on his shirt completely. He finished off his outfit with a white pair of socks.
Zac now changed for the most part recrossed the room returning to his bed where he took a quick seat. He rolled his upper body forward using one hand to balance while he maneuvered his other one under the bed. He felt around a few inches back and fourth until he acquired what he was looking for. Once he had them, he brought them up from under the bed and set them neatly on the edge of the bed. Zac re-steadied himself as he returned to a sitting position and brought one leg upwards lodging his knee against his chest. Then the young boy reached over and took hold of the first roller skate. The skates were old and showed both their age and wear. They had been his eldest brother's originally and then worked their way down all the way to their current owner like many of the items currently in Zac's possession.
The skates were made of a heavy sturdy plastic mostly blue in color. The wheels orange with blue centers and the top of the toes and heels were a bright yellow in color. The roller skates were a set of the fisher price 123 skates from the late 80's and early 90's. They were designed to fit over a toddlers shoes so that they could learn how to roller skate. The back of the skate closed with a single Velcro strap and it expanded in the center to accommodate a wide variety of sizes. Zac pulled the strap snug across the top of his foot and then let it fall gently towards the floor. He then brought up his second leg and began to don the second half of the pair. The skates were old and too small to fit over his shoes. However, they still fit over top of socks on two settings from their largest expansion. In a year or two they would be to small to use at all. However, Zac never thought that far ahead.
With the second skate on, he let his feet fall down on the floor and gently raised himself to a standing positions. Then, the young skater tried to make his way forward. The right foot slid easily, but the left didn't move at all. The skates were designed to teach a new skater the ropes of how to roller skate. Zac steadied himself on the bed and brought his left foot up off the floor to his open hand. There was a switch at the front of the item that would set the wheels into one of three settings. The first would lock the wheels. The second would only let the wheels roll forward and the third unlocked the wheels for free movement. Zac set the switch to the third position and returned both of the skates to the floor to support his weight. Once that was done, he began to glide forward slowly towards the foot of his bed. The skates made a creaking sound as they moved showing their age. The moved slower and we're much easier to control than a more traditional pair of roller skates.
Zac had a newer pair that he wore when he went to the local rink, however, these were the pair that he learned on and they were much easier to handle things like stairs and other uncommon obstacles in. Besides, they were the only pair that his mother tolerated in the house. Still, they rolled freely across the cement floor of the basem*nt with a steady progress. Zac kept one hand on his bed for balance as he made his way to the end of it. He arrived without any incident. Finally, the child reached down and took the helmet off the knob foot board of his bed. It was a hard shell skating helmet solid navy blue in color. Zac slipped it on top of his head and buckled the chin strap snugly under his chin. His parents weren't overly concerned about him wearing a helmet or not, but he did anyways. Unlike his older siblings, Zac had grown up in the generation where safety gear was the new thing. He had outgrown the last set of skating pads he had when he was 7, but he still wore a helmet. Something that his mother had picked up for him at his own request.
With everything in place, Zac made his way out of his room and across the rest of the basem*nt. Zac was a little strange by the standards that most of the world is judged. His whole family was in it's own way. This was just a normal Saturday at home for him. The roller skates were just part of his normal wardrobe. He wore them around the house like many children wear house slippers. It had been this way ever since he could remember and his parents just tolerated it. Zac stopped at the base of the steps and knelt down. He took a second and locked the wheels on the skates with the switch before continuing up. He stopped again at the top of the steps and released the switch again. He was at the hall that led down towards the kitchen. This part of the house was hard wood floored, but a good portion of it wasn't and skating in a carpeted area was more difficult.
Zac made his way down the hallway to the kitchen. His mother heard him coming long before she saw him. The skating made moving quietly around the house all but impossible. The noise would likely have bothered a normal family, but Zac's family was a large group of early risers. It was part of their heritage and purpose in the word.
"Good morning mom" Zac commented as he made his way to the table and pulled out his chair.
The kitchen was large and spacious. Counters surrounded the bulk of it with a dishwasher and stove tucked back in one far corner. The center of the room was accented by a large kitchen table that encompassed most of the kitchen. Zac's mother was already on her way over to where her son was sitting with a plate of toast in one hand and a glass of milk in the other.
"Good mornin little crab. How's your shell today?"
His mother asked him as she set the food down in front of him. Once her hands had been freed up from carrying the food she rapped the top of her son's helmet gently with two fingers. This slid it forward an inch or two on the boys head. Zac reached up with both hands and steadied it back into place. The nick name had been his ever since this whole skating business started. If his mother didn't have picture of her son, she would swear on the weekends that his head was made of plastic.
Zac smiled back at his mother with a big grin. He liked the attention from the teasing as long as it wasn't mean.
"It's fine, got a big day ahead of me. I am going out exploring."
His mother locked eyes with him. "Well, you cannot go exploring on an empty stomach. Eat up before it gets cold."
His mother commented gesturing to the food in front of her youngest son. Zac dug into the small meal in front of him. His breakfast was always the same. Two slices of wheat toast with butter and an orange which his mother peeled and set out in slices on the side of the plate. He consumed it along with the glass of milk over the next few minutes.
"There you go, don't let any of it go to waste. Also, don't forget your watch. I don't want you late for lunch. Oh, and here is the radio in case you need to talk to me." His mother commented setting the two objects on the table in front of him.
"You mean the little crab can tell time?" A third voice added from across the room.
Zac and his mother turned towards the source already having identified it from memory and tone. The look was a matter of common human respect and custom. A young girls stood at the exit to the hallway leading into the kitchen on the far side. She was Zac's sister and the middle sibling of the family. Emily stood about an inch and a half above her brother's head when they were standing adjacent. The difference in their height was a little more than that, but Zac's skates and helmet helped to shorten the gap a little bit. The height advantage was simply the result of her being a year his senior in coming into this world.
Emily stood there at the end of the hallway still dressed in her bed clothes. They consisted of a mid length sleep shirt featuring Tinkerbell on the front and a pair of yellow pajama pants that she wore underneath the gown. Her feet were padded in a set of fleece moccasin style slippers and her hair was parted with a large band behind her ears. Aside from the difference in gender and height, standing side by side you would swear they were twins. Emily shared Zac's auburn hair and blue eyes. Zac ignored his sister's comment and continued eating. She crossed the room and took a seat across from her brother tucking her legs under the table and sliding her chair forward.
"I would expect that he could tell time at his age, but it's Saturday and here he is up stomping around with those dorky yellow roller skates at this early hour."
Their mother poured Emily a bowl of cereal with sliced bananas and milk. She crossed the room and set it down in front of her daughter and handed Emily a spoon. The she went back to the fridge and began preparing a glass of juice.
"You're the one who needs to learn to tell time Emily. Fred and your father have already been up and out in the barn for a good hour now. Your brother isn't the early riser, if you didn't stay up till midnight, you wouldn't be tired this morning when you had to get up early. Now go ahead and eat."
Zac sat silently smirking at the scolding his sister was getting. He preferred to let his mother fight this type of battle for him. Besides, he was finishing up his meal as the other members of his company exchanged idal conversation. He hastily chewed the last bit of his toast and gulped down the last of his milk. With the small meal consumed, the 10 year old boy reached out and took hold of the watch. It was a simple light blue colored one with a big digital display. He looped it over his left wrist and snapped it into place leaving the large face exposed showing the numbers on his wrist. He then took the radio off the table and clipped it onto one of the pockets on the lower part of his overalls before setting his skates on the floor and turning his attention towards the door.
"Thanks Mom, I appreciate you making it for me. I am off I will see you later."
"Glad you liked it. Lunch is at 1:00. Keep an eye on your watch so you aren't late and keep the radio on low in case I need to talk to you."
Zac nodded and looked down at his wrist watch acknowledging the command. He switched the radio on to a low volume. The watch had been a birthday present two years ago. His mother had got it for him when he was in second grade. He had just finished proving that he could tell time on a face clock and as a reward the large digital watch had appeared. It had been a curious present at first, mostly because his parents had gotten his sister one as well. It was the same watch accept it was pink in color rather than the light blue. His mother had taken care in telling him to take good care of the watch it was an expensive model that cost well over a hundred dollars and she expected him to take good care of it. For all it was, all it did was read out the time in a large LCD display on his left wrist. With the watch in place, Zac headed out the back door of the house and into his yard.
"Did you remember to get your watch too Emily?" Her mother asked her middle daughter as she continued to eat.
In between bites of cereal Emily put out a quick reply. "No, Mom. It's still sitting in the charger where it always is. I am not leaving the house today so I really don't need it. But if I do I will remember to take it with me."
Her mother nodded assuredly and headed back over to the counter to turn on the CB radio that sat on the kitchen counter. Everyone on the farm carried radios with them now. It allowed communication between the family and most of the hired help. The two workers that Zac's father kept on a full time pay roll to keep the farm running smoothly. Although he sometimes hired extra kids to fill in needed jobs over the summer and sometime on the weekends when harvest season was about. The radios gave the family a direct link to each other and a way for the children to notify their parents where they were and if they needed help with something. It also provided a way for Zac's mother to call on the boy when he was late for a meal or if there was a danger that he needed to avoid.
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Zac finished descending the last step to the bottom of the back porch onto the side walk. He stopped for a moment to switch the small switch on the bottom of his skates to unlock the wheels. Then, he began to make his way across the backyard. The family's dairy farm was more than 300 acres which, spanned both fields, pasture and even a heavily wooded area towards the rear of the property. Zac made his way down the sidewalk. There were several paved areas around the farm ideal for roller skating, however most of the paths and traveled ways around were either gravel or dirt. His skates carried him easily to the end of the sidewalk and onto the main driveway. Here, the matter of moving forward became much more difficult over the uneven ground the driveway gravel provided. Still, it was easier to traverse here than through the grass which offered the most resistance to his chosen mode of transportation.
Zac made his way along in the early morning light of spring day. He could easily see where he was going and looked around as he passed the various items of what served as their back yard. There were two areas that had primarily served as his play outside location growing up. The first was a fenced in areas with several trees set off about 100 feet back from the rear of the house. It had an old tractor tire which served as a sand box and a large wooded fort/swingset for playing on. This had been the whole of the outside world that he had known the first 5 years of his life. The whole area was surrounded with a chicken wire fence about 3 feet high to keep him and his sister in check when they were growing up. His mother would turn them loose in the area and close a gate to keep them corralled while they played outside.
Zac's father grew up in the time period when children were seen at breakfast and then departed to be on their own for the rest of the day. His mother didn't quite approve of that. When Zac had turned 6, his mother changed his avenues of exploration quite a bit more. During the next two year block of his life, he spent most of his time outside on a tether. He and his sister had been put on a leash type harness with a rope attached to a tether point someplace around the yard. There were several places set up for this around the farm where they could be secure and this allowed them more freedom to explore different part of the farm with or without the supervision of their parents. One end of a rope about 50 or 60 feet in length was tied to the harness and the other end was secured to a pole or tree some place. The tethers were not used in the fenced in area if Zac and Emily wanted to play there of course.
His father spent more time with him during this period showing him around the farm. He received lectures about where it was safe for him to be and where it wasn't. He had taken great pride in learning and become quite knowledgeable about the given boundaries. This thought visited his attention momentarily. However, most of his focus was set on exploring and the present situation he was in. All that had changed a little over two years earlier. With his coming of understanding, his mother had relinquished this system of control and he and his sister were given the run of the farm, with a few restrictions on where they were aloud to wander. It was a few days after his eighth birthday when his mother traded the tethers in on some portable radios. This gave her a direct link to them at all times and she checked in with them every half hour or so if she didn't hear from them.
Zac continued on his way, he had a destination in mind for the day. He wanted to traverse through the back woods and head all the way over to the old home of his great grandparents. It was a long trip of about 2 miles over a beaten path that connected the farm and their original home. Zac set out on his way. They had both departed from this world a few years prior. He had only known them briefly and the best he could recall of them was a few mixed images. Their property had fallen by will and testament to Zac's uncle Mike. The property had been on the market for sometime, but for the past two years it remained vacant. It was a set back a good distance from the road and had a long paved driveway that was perfect for roller skating. It had more open area for the activity than anywhere on the farm that Zac knew about. He had visited their the summer before. His mother had granted him permission for the trip the previous year. The house sat empty and it wasn't like he would really be causing any harm there. He and his uncle got along very well.
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Inside the house, Emily had recently finished eating her breakfast. Unlike her little brother she took a minute and brought the dishes across the room to her mother and handed them up to her.
"Thanks, it was quite good. I am going to head into the living room for some cartoons now."
Her mother took the dishes out of her daughters hands and passed her the pink wrist watch in return. Emily gave her mother a hard look, but didn't speak any further. She just slipped it around her left wrist and slid the sleeve or her night gown over it. Arguing on the subject did little good. She knew that and it was just easier to wear the silly thing than argue with her mother about it. It was a promise she had made several times the previous year and then forgot the wrist watch when she departed. Emily smiled and departed the kitchen for the living room. Her mother just smiled and poured herself a third cup of coffee. It was going to be a long day.
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Zac's journey down the lane that led between the two main fields took a good 20 minutes to complete. The second leg of his trek would take even longer. The long gravel path concluded at the edge of the woods that bordered the back of his father's property and served as a barrier between the farm and where his great grandparents had resided. The gravel road gave way to a dirt path that curved and lead through the forested area. It wound in some places and it's total length was a little over a mile in construction. Zac began to make his way down it towards his destination. The trek was slow going. The tree canopy blocked some of the sunlight that hovered above. The ground was uneven in places and tree roots and brush bared part of his way.
The roller skates didn't do anything to expedite his journey. However, he was having a good time picking his way through the terrain and they added a welcome challenge to what would have otherwise been a 20 minute walk through the woods. The trip took the young man a little under half an hour to complete. He had made it more that 30 times the year before alone and on several occasions in the company of his parents when he was younger. He knew the route well and traversed it without incident. The large white house was coming into view in the distance and Zac could see it clearly now through the trees. The plan at least in his mind was to get there, skate for an hour or two and then make the return journey for lunch. After another 50 yards or so, the path wound to it's conclusion and began to open up into the back yard. Zac rounded the last bend of the journey and stopped suddenly.
The young man quickly veered off the side of the path and hid his presence behind an oak tree that stood there. His mind had been in the present and it alerted him quickly to what his eyes came to meet. Cautiously, the young boy peered his head around the corner of the large tree trying to keep his presents hidden from the person he now observed. There was an old swing composed of two ropes and a board of wood that they suspended off a tree branch in the back yard. Zac had spent time swinging on it the previous summer and when his great grandparents had resided here. It should have been vacant, but to his surprise there was a young girl his age give or take a year. He couldn't tell from his vantage point looking at her back. Still, she didn't look like anyone he had seen at school or around. This was a small farming community and he knew most of the children within two miles of where he resided. The girl was new an unfamiliar to him.
He stood back for a while observing her not knowing what to do. His plans of skating in the driveway were put on hold and held back at his finding her there. However, her mere presence didn't catch his attention, rather it was her demeanor that drew his gaze. The girl shot a quick sideways glance looking at something. It gave Zac a momentary look at her face. Not that it really helped. All it did was confirm that he didn't know who she was. However, that was going to change soon enough and it would change him for the rest of his life.
I am going to stop here for now. This has gotten a lot longer than I intended it to. I will continue the story in the near future now that everything is properly set in place. I will most likely post the next part of this story sometime in the next 8 to 10 days. Thanks for reading and I feel free to leave some comments about what you liked and didn't. I am new to writing here and hopefully my works will be well recieved.
Alex
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Wed Apr 13, 2011 11:44 pm
Part two of the story.
I am continuing with the story as I promised.
Zac stood behind the tree staring down at the girl who sat absent absentmindedly on the swing. She shifted it back and forth gently rocking it just a foot or two worth of motion. She wasn't attempting to swing on it, more over, the swing simple served a perch for her to sit on and observe her surroundings. She shifted back and fourth calmly looking around. The girl thought she heard something emanating from the woods behind the back yard of the house. She shot a quick glance backwards not fully turning her head all the way to the rear. It was nothing she told herself just the wind or some small animal moving around back there. Either way she wasn't concerned with it.
Zac looked on at the girl as she sat and glided gently back and fourth on the swing. He observed her motions carefully and tried to rationalize the situation. His mind raced with a mix of confusion, fear and concern all at once. The girl wore her long black hair back in a pony tail that fell gently down towards the center of her back. She was wearing a mid length dress that extended just above where her knees bended and aimed her feet towards the ground. What showed of it was white in color and it would likely extend a few inches further when she stood full erect. Zac couldn't see the top of it because of the purple wind breaker the girl had on over top of it. It had long sleeves and zipped in the front. She had it closed up and the hood on it fell behind her catching her hair as it fell from the back of her head. Her feet were covered with white ankle socks and a pair of black dress shoes with a t-strap closure over them. She sat there gently rocking the swing back and fourth.
Zac looked on at her trying to read the meaning of the situation. The girl was calm and relaxed sitting outside in her yard. The home was situated well away from the road a good 200 yards back at least with a lake out in front. Still, there was one details that seemed out of place with the whole things. The girl wasn't holding onto the ropes that supported the swing for balance. She wasn't swinging at all really, she was just sitting there. Zac watched from his hiding place tucked back behind the tree. She wasn't holding onto the swing ropes, mostly because she couldn't. The young girl sat facing forward with her arms folded around her. Zac could observe them clearly from his vantage point. Her wrists were adjacent seated neatly in the small of the girl's back and tied with a strong cord to keep them in that position. Zac was trying to figure out why the girl was swinging there all alone with her hands tied behind her back.
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Norma was sitting at her kitchen table enjoying the newspaper. The whole thing was filled with crummy stories mostly about a recent scandal on the part of the towns mayor. The whole thing reeked of foul play and she never really cared for him as a politician anyways. He didn't get her vote in the last election. Nobody had in fact gotten her vote. Mostly that was due to the fact that she didn't vote. Norma was the kind of woman who wad content to allow the world to function around her and let the rest of it exist without her interference. She was content with her life on the farm and tending to the needs of her husband and children. Her husband drew the family's income and made a decent living between all the item he produced. She on the other hand tended to the family's need and the work around the house and the yard.
Norma was sitting at the table the dishes from breakfast now washed, dried and inventoried back to their original locations. She swore sometimes that she was running a restaurant out of her kitchen. Her whole family had different eating tastes and times. She would often fix breakfast and lunch two or three times in a day and sometimes dinner would have to be kept warm or reheated. Mostly that was for her husband who put his physical needs on hold for the rest of the farm. Still, she liked to draw a few moments here and there to take care of herself and her personal enjoyment. However, this one like so many others was about to be interrupted.
There was a ring on her iphone. A gift from her husband three years ago. She had recently traded her old model of it in for the one that she had now. It had been an expensive purchase, but it served many functions and helped her maintain her sanity and peace of mind. Just as it was now. She picked it up and looked at the screen. An application had loaded itself. Well, more accurately it responded to a specific situation and sent her a warning in the form of a text message. She opened the in box and read it carefully. Norma rose quickly from where she was sitting and discarded the newspaper on the table open and carelessly. She ran from the room and began to make her way towards the second floor of the house quickly.
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Zac continued to watch the girl from his position behind the tree. The whole situation seemed rather odd to him. The house had been empty for as long as he could remember since the passing of his great grandparents. It didn't make sense for the girl to be here by herself. More puzzling was the matter of the ropes that had been used to tie her hands. The possibilities rolled through his head trying to find a reasonable understanding much less a rational one. The first thought that ran through his head was maybe she was kidnapped. Maybe the kidnappers had seen the for sale sign in front of the empty house and thought to use it as a hide out. Maybe they had let her go outside to play while they were waiting for a random to come in and tied her hands up so she wouldn't try to run away. Maybe they were watching her right now. Maybe they could see him. The thoughts rolled on through his mind as he began to fret. He thought momentarily about what would happen if they caught him. He ran a few thoughts through his head, but decided not to dwell on them.
He settled on this whole scenario as his working theory. His mind ran on a single track like a locomotive. It didn't branch out in the obvious directions that an older more rational person would. He missed several key holes in his understanding of the situation. The only thing that remained was how he was going to react to it. It was obvious that the girl needed help. He knew the woods well and several hiding places that could serve their needs. Surely his parents would come looking for him. His mother always seemed to know where he was even when she couldn't see him. He made up his mind deciding that he would go help the girl and the two of them would run and hide in the woods until his parents arrived with help.
Zac took a deep breath, as a child observing the world around him, he was quite enthralled with the existence of heroes. Some with special powers and some with just ordinary but focused skills. He admired them that they always faced danger to help others who needed them despite the risk. Well, here was a girl who definitely needed his help in escaping from kidnappers. He had already made up his mind that he was going to help her out. He took a deep breath swallowing the fear bunching itself up in his throat. Choking it down, Zac stepped out from behind the tree and bolted to where the girl was standing.
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Norma bolted up the steps towards the second floor of her house. The phone had a tracking app, but it wasn't nearly as fast or as accurate as the one that would run on the computer. The rounded the landing climbing towards the office that would serve as her destination on the second floor of the house. She walked the length of the upstairs hallway. She grabbed one side of the doorway with her closest had and swung herself around it like a child would using a pole on the playground. A moment later she was sitting in the padded office chair that she had just pulled out from under the desk and glided it backwards.
She flipped on the computer and started it booting up. She followed with the monitor knowing that the prior would take longer than the later. The computer hummed to life and the windows loading screen appeared with the progress bar. The computer was new and quite fast especially with the internet connection that her husband purchased. It was a high expense, but it proved incredibly useful for keeping the farm running efficiently and allowed the rest of the family a quick portal into the outside world. A moment later the loading screen gave way to the desktop and Norma quickly drew the mouse over the internet browsing program. The adrenalin rush was fading now. It always happened when one of her children was in danger. However, now that she was nearing the ability to confront her fears, her demeanor slowed as she calmed down.
She booted up the list of bookmarks and selected a sight that she frequented often. She was a paying subscriber at 40 bucks a month. Of all the sites that her family sent money to this one served the most important purpose and drew the most revenue. However, it was a small price to pay for peace of mind and the safety of her children. She had calmed herself down now. She had been trying to teach herself to react more calmly when this sort of thing happened as it all to often did. Sometimes she wish her children were back out in the backyard either tethered to a tree or safe in their little fenced in play world. However, they were getting older and she wanted to grant them more independence and freedom than that. The message wasn't life threatening. It just meant that Zac had gone beyond his boundaries. Something that seemed to happen more and more frequently as he got older.
She finished logging in and waited for the map to load. It wasn't his fault really. The boundaries were just a rough invisible line that he didn't even know existed. Just parameters of where she thought he would go and play now that he had the whole run of the farm and some of the surrounding areas. The map loaded and panned out to where it needed to be to show the locations. The screen loaded an expanded aerial view of their farm with three blinking dots on it. The first one was located direly below where she was currently sitting. Most likely Emily downstairs in the living room. The second was out at the barn, that one being her oldest son. The third was further out than it should have been. Zac, according to the map was out across the back woods at her husband's grandparent's house. She took in a sigh of relief.
He had probably gone there to use their driveway for skating. He had done so quite a bit during the previous summer. However, he had always told her normally and obtained his mother's permission before going. It must have slipped his mind this morning either from getting older or just plain forgetting. The blue wrist watch her son wore and the pink one her daughter did carried a gps tracking device in them. The watched ran a little over 200 dollars each and the monthly monitoring was 40 bucks a month. However, the system allowed her to keep track of her kids location accurate to 5 feet. It also sent her a text message whenever they ventured out of their allotted areas. Zac had done so many times since she had allotted him this freedom two years earlier. However, it wasn't his fault. The boundaries were not concrete and he didn't know about the watch. To him it was just something to tell time.
Her eldest daughter had figured it out some time ago. She was sharper than her brother on these matters not that it changed the fact that she had no choice about wearing it. Her eldest son kept a third watch tucked in a pan pocket, mostly because it kept his mother out of his hair. The system had been mainly for the two younger siblings and the need to watch him was passing as he continued to mature. However, he treated the matter with little interest and just complied with it. Still, there was something that wasn't right about all of this. Something she could not put her finger on. She decided to let the matter sit a few more minutes. She would return downstairs and finish the article she was reading. Then, she would use the radio to check on Zac and deliver a polite scolding to remember to ask permission to go that far from home.
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Zac bolted from the edge of the woods the pathway between him and the girl was clear of any major obstacles. His intent was to cover the distance quickly and get her away from there before whoever had kidnapped her detected his presence. However, in his haste a few things fell wrong with his plan. First, the girl wasn't kidnapped and really didn't need his help. Not that he knew that. Secondly, he probably should have called his mother on the radio rather than trying to rush in. However, when your 10 years old, you act on impulse a lot more than you do on common sense or rational understanding of the world around you. Although, neither of those two things were what caused his plan to come unraveled. In his haste to come to the child's aid he had forgotten one very important fact. He was wearing roller skates.
The toy skates didn't offer the same movement or unbalance that normal roller skates would. The wheels didn't turn fast or as freely as normal skates would. They were designed to teach a toddler to skate and offered more control than a normal set would. However, they were still roller skates none the less and running in them was not a good idea. Zac crossed the distance stumbling forward as he tried to run rather than use the skates for their intended purpose. As he moved forward about 15 feet from his intended destination he lost his balance and flew forward landing hard in the grass flat on his face.
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Tammy turned knowing now what she had heard earlier wasn't a raccoon or a squirrel as she first thought it was. It was clearly a young boy who had not kept his original caution in hiding his position and approach. That and he was not a very good skater as she could tell from the loud thud from when he landed. She had shifted her gaze when she first heard his approach. She rose from the swing slowly and crossed the yard to where Zac was now laying down on the lawn from the fall. She took the few steps towards him and stopped by him. She moved comfortably and with a good sense of balance speaking that her hands were still tied securely behind her back. She twisted them against the ropes. They were not coming loose on their own. Accepting that her hands were not accessible, she went down on one knee next to the boy and simply asked him directly.
"Wow, are you OK? You know it's really dangerous to run with roller skates on don't you?"
Zac looked up at her propping himself up with one hand. He quickly shifted his position and rolled over. He immediately felt a sharp pain coming from his left leg. He looked down trying to examine the source of his injury. His fall had hit hard the his left knee was quite painful at the moment although he couldn't see the extent of the damage because of his overalls. Normally, he would have come to tears at this sight, but he renewed his focus. The pain would have to wait he needed to get out of here now and take her to safety. Our young hero bit his lip and rose quickly her took two steps around and tried to circle around the tied up girl who was kneeling next to him.
She followed his movement, but her reflexes were off balance due to her hands being tied behind her. Zac made the circle before she could speak or even react. He leaned down and began pulling on the ropes that bound her searching for the knot so he could free her and they could be on their way. Tammy jerked herself forward and rose turning away from him. She swung herself around so that Zac was facing her front rather than her back.
"I cannot get you loose. The knot's too tight. Come on we have to get out of here. I will untie you when we get away from the kidnappers! Hurry before they come out and see us here, this might be our only chance!" Zac shouted putting the whole command out.
He expected her to follower him without question being grateful for a chance at rescue. However, when she didn't she reacted again. Zac rose quickly from the ground and reached out trying to grab hold of her arm to lead the way. Again, Tammy retreated pulling away from his grasp. She stood there about 5 feet away from him trying to insulate herself with a little distance standing there watching him with a rather perplexed look on her face.
"Come on, we have to get away before the kidnappers come out and grab me too!" Zac yelled now beginning to fear as much for his own safety as the girl's.
Tammy stopped for a moment and just drew up a blank stare returning a look of perplexity towards the boy. The she dropped her guard a little cautiously. The her faced changed as she began to understand the nature of this rescue. Her expression calmed and she looked at the boy and let out a laugh. The whole idea of it her being kidnapped. The more she thought about it, she could see where Zac was drawing his train of thought from. Finally, when the matter subsided and the humor dropped away, she calmed down and decided to address the matter more formally.
"You think somebody kidnapped me?" She asked whimsically looking at him. Zac just nodded looking down at the ground and his own injury.
Tammy returned his look with a warm smile. "Well, I saw you out here all tied up and I thought someone was holding you prisoner." Zac explained trying to save some face for his misfortune.
Tammy smiled back again and gave a more lengthy reply. "Nobody is kidnapping me. My mom tied me up. It's just a game we play sometimes. I like being this way, it's fun." She commented with a smile before moving forward. "You can relax, I am not in any danger. Although, I appreciate your coming to my rescue. Nobody has ever really done that before. I am Tammy by the way. My parents and I just moved here last week and I don't have any new friends yet. What's your name? Do you live around here?"
Zac stood stunned for a moment letting everything sink in as he looked at the girl in a new light. He was beginning to see the problems with his original perceptions of the situation. Tammy's explanation made more sense. He took a moment and cleared his throat before responding. "I'm Zac, my parents own the dairy farm behind the woods here. I was coming over here to use your driveway for roller skating. My more grandparents used to live here, but the house has been empty for a while." Zac spit out explaining his purpose for coming. "I'm sorry for thinking you were in trouble and running down here like this."
Zac stopped his apology and realized that his attention needed to be elsewhere. The adrenaline rush from his immediate haste at a rescue attempt was wearing off and the pain in his leg came to the forefront of his attention. The boy returned almost immediately to a sitting position and began pulling up his pant leg so he could examine the extent of the wound. He got the pant leg up to his knee where the break in the skin occurred. There were several small cuts on his knee and blood was leaking from them. Zac put his hand over the wound and started putting pressure against it to quell some of the pain. He started to sob.
Tammy rose and circled to get a better perch on the situation. Zac continued to sit and hold his leg while the tears began to fill his eyes.
"Move your hand for a moment and let me see." Tammy commanded. At first, Zac held his leg fast and continued sobbing, but after she repeated the request he moved his hand briefly allowing the girl a look at his knee. "It's not all that bad, a good scrape, but it's nothing you are going to die from. Do you want me to get my mom so she can put a band aid on it?" Zac just responded with a nod.
Tammy left him sitting on the ground there and went back up to the house. Zac just sat there and waited not sure what to do at the moment. It was a good 5 or 6 minutes before Tammy returned with a woman who Zac could only presume was her mother. Tammy lead the way to the injured boy and the woman followed. She was carrying a tackle box with a red cross made out of two strips of tape on it. Tammy arrived first and made the announcement that this was Zac and explained briefly what happened.
"Well dear, looks like you had a good fall. Do you mind if I take a look?" The woman stated looking down at the boy.
Zac nodded and used his arm to wipe the mounting tears away from his eyes. Sarah knelt down and took a look at the injured boy. It was a good scrape, not much else. She opened the small first aid box and took out an alcohol wipe and began cleaning the would. Zac winced slightly as the alcohol stung as it sanitized the would. When the blood had been cleared he could clearly see the wound. It was a long scrape that ran half the length of his knee. Sarah pulled a large bandage from the first aid kit, covered the pad of it with some antibiotic ointment and placed it over the scrapped knee.
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Norma folded the paper down on the table finishing the last of the article she had been reading. She stood up straightening herself and pushed the chair into its place under the table. She then crossed the room and picked up the microphone on the CB radio that was situated on the counter.
"Mom to Zac, Mom to Zac, where are you honey over"
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The walkie talkie attached to Zac's waist began to speak his mother's voice on the other end. Sarah was just finishing with the bandage as his mother's voice came over the radio. He let Tammy's mother finish before he picked it up and tried to respond. His mother repeated the message twice more before he pushed the talk button.
"I am fine mom. I went over to more grandma's house to skate in the driveway. But, I fell down and skinned my knee pretty good." Zac relied. "Over." He concluded. He wasn't sure why he said over after every time he talked, but he had learned it as a habit in talking on the radio.
"Are you OK? Is it bleeding? Stay their I will be right over with a first aid kit got it. Over." Norma finished the conversation quickly and awaited her child's response.
"It's fine mom. It was bleeding, but Tammy's mom took care of it. She is real nice she got me a band aid and everything. I cried a little but it's okay now." Zac replied.
Norma didn't wait for him to say over, she sent another message as soon as her son stopped talking. "Who's, Tammy? Is it someone you know from school and what is she and her mother doing and your great grand parent's house?" His mother shot out quickly in a worried tone.
"Zac, can I borrow your radio for a minute?" Tammy's mother Sarah asked.
Zac nodded and handed up to her.
"Hello, Mrs." Sarah paused for a minute and waited for a reply. She got one promptly. "You can call me Norma." A reply came over the radio. "Well Norma, it seems your son came over here out of the woods. He fell in our yard and skinned his knee from skating. At least that is what my daughter Tammy tells me. I looked at the wound, it's just a scrape and I bandaged it up for him just fine."
Norma took the information quickly. "Well thanks, can you please hand the radio back to my son?" Sarah complied with the request. "Zac honey, I want you to do something for me. I am going to be there to pick you up in a few minutes. Go sit on the front porch steps and wait there for me if you could. Stay outside I will be right there OK? Over." Norma spit out quickly over the radio.
"Understood mom I will wait on the front porch for you. Over."
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Norma placed the CB handle down on the kitchen counter. While it was a direct across the farm through the woods to her in-laws old house, it was about a 5 mile drive taking a few turns to reach them by car. She slipped out of her house slippers and grabbed a pair of slip on sneakers by the door. She was out the door and on her way in less than a minute with the keys in her hand. As she moved, she turned on the iphone and brought up the app that would show her Zac's location on gps. She didn't know precisely what had happened, all she did know was that her youngest son was injured and with strangers. A fact that she needed to rectify quickly.
She opened the old garaged door by hand sliding it to one side. She opened the driver's door to the old blue civic and planted herself in the driver's seat searching to find a way to get the key into the ignition. The old car hummed to life and she flew down the driveway backwards like a bat out of hell. Her attention split between concentrating on driving and glancing at the gps may on her cell phone.
I will conclude this sometime next week probably late.
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Thu Apr 21, 2011 8:24 pm
The third Part of the story.
Hi again all. I am just posting part 3 of the story.
"Zac, we should probably go wait for your mom on the front steps. She sounded pretty upset and I can fully understand why." She reached down extending him a hand and helped him to his feet.
Zac knew the way to the front porch pretty well from experience. Tammy's mother shifted positions one and stood behind Tammy. She reached down for a moment and worked on something. A moment later, Tammy pulled her arms loose and brought them out from behind her back. Sarah folded the short piece of rope up neatly and deposited it in a pocket on the apron she was wearing. Then the two of them followed
Zac seated himself on the bottom step of porch easily straightening his legs out in front of him and allowing his feet to come to rest on the back wheels of his skates. Tammy took a seat next to him on the steps and made eye contact. Sarah made her way back up on the porch and seated herself on the front porch swing in the shade away from the heat of the day. She just sat there watching the two of them. Tammy was sitting now and the two of them were talking. Well, Zac was doing most of the talking Tammy was just listening and commenting here and there.
While the three of them waited for Zac's mother to arrive. Zac gave Tammy the concise version of his family's history around the farm. They had been living on the dairy farm for five generations now and he threw in a few more items about this current property and his knowledge from his great grand parents. Tammy listened to what he had to share and nodded adding a few comments about herself where she could find a point of relation.
While Zac was short in his explanation and left out most of the details, he only got about half way to where he wanted to go before a blue Honda civic came speeding down the road out in the distance. The country speed limit was 50 miles per hour, but it was doing 70 if it was doing 10. It slowed only briefly before the driveway allowing the vehicle to lose enough forward momentum to allow a turn. Then, it sped down the length of the driveway and halted with a quick jolt out of the breaks squeaking to a fast halt.
Norma threw the car into park and almost forgot to undo her seat belt as she threw the door open. Her eyes searched the area frantically trying to locate Zac. She found him right where she had told him to wait, right where the GPS watch said he was, safe and sound. She took a deep breath composing herself. Her worst fears were over and Zac was safe. She was a mother first and foremost. Her children were her world and seeing them safe was the most important thing to her in the world. However, she was also a creature of a normal social upbringing and she crossed the sidewalk slowly taking the time to slow her breathing and working a small smile onto her face. She stopped at the base of the porch.
"There you are Zac. You know better than to come here without asking my permission. Are you OK? Let me see your knee." The words exited her mouth all jumbled and running together.
Zac nodded looking up at his mother. He rolled up pant leg of his overalls up to his left knee showing her the bandage that now covered the scrape on his knee. His mother examined him for a moment and gestured for him to lower his pant leg back down. The boy was fine save for a little blood and some grass stains on his clothing. Judging by the size of the bandage it would be a week before it healed at least. However, she was just relieved to see her son safe and well. She looked up as she realized Sarah was making her way across the back of the porch towards her.
"He's a little banged up, but he's a trooper. He hardly cried after that fall." She commented with a warm and welcoming smile. "I am Sarah. Sarah Michaels, this is my daughter Tammy, we just moved here from New Jersey about a week ago. My husband promotes for a cell phone company and they just opened a new store out here and he was put in charge of managing it."
Norma nodded and returned the smile. "Hi, I am Norma Johnson. You have already met my son Zac it seems. Thanks for taking such good care of him in my absence. My husband owns the dairy farm behind you here across the woods. I have two other children a boy and a girl. I am sorry Zac troubled you. My husband's grandparents used to reside here before passing on and I didn't realize the house has sold. Welcome to the neighbor hood." Norma paused and offered a pleasant bow.
"Zac, honey we should probably get going. I have to start making lunch in about an hour and half and these nice folks need to get on with their day as well." Norma commented looking towards her son.
Zac rose and looked down at Tammy smiling. He extended his hand, the one that didn't have blood on it from the cut and she took it now that she was able to do so. Sarah descended the steps rather quickly and stood across from Norma.
"It was lovely to meet you, and don't worry Zac was no trouble at all. Do you two have to leave right away or could you stay for a glass of lemonade?" She asked politely. "Your son wanted to use our drive way to skate on before he learned we lived here. It's fine with me if he does and it would give the two of us a chance to talk. Tammy doesn't have any friends here yet and the two of them seemed to hit it off pretty well. I mean I understand if you have to leave, but I would appreciate you to stay at least for a little while if you could?" Sarah offered extending an invitation of hospitality.
Norma had been brought up learning to show respect to other people and she felt guilty for both misjudging Sarah and the trouble that Zac had caused her. "Sure, I can stay for a little while at least. Zac why don't you and Tammy go play for a while and I will come get you when you are ready to go home. Wait here for a moment though, we should get you cleaned up a little bit first. You don't want to get sick from your cut do you?" Norma commented towards her son who just stood their waiting as requested. Sarah led the way into the house and Norma followed her.
Tammy came over and looked at Zac. "How is your knee does it still hurt?" She asked
"A little, but it's doing better thanks to your mom." he replied.
"You know you should wear knee pads when you skate. I bet if you had knee pads on you wouldn't have gotten hurt." The comment was directed towards him as a cautionary thought not as a put down.
Zac nodded again. "I know, but I am usually a pretty good skater. I haven't worn pads in a long time. I have some at home, but they are too small. So I usually just wear my helmet."
The conversation was cut short. Norma returned from the house with a wet washcloth in her hand. Zac's mother took a few minutes and washed the blood and dirt from her sons hands with it. The stains on his clothes would take some time to work out in the laundry, but at least he was cleaned up. With the task complete, she departed leaving the two of them to their own devices. Zac lead the way over towards the driveway. He had come there wanting to skate on the paved surface in the first place, there was no reason to let what had transpired change his plans.
Tammy followed him at a quicker and much less concentrated pace now that her hands were no longer tied behind her back. Zac started up and down the length of 30 feet of the driveway just maneuvering the distance on the toy roller skates. Tammy seated herself on the rear bumper of Norma's car and just watched for a little bit. She just sat and smiled as Zac worked his way back and fourth. Tammy was content to just watch the world pass. There was a lot on her mind and she wanted to say something, but she wanted to wait for the right moment.
"Hey, do you want to skate too, you said you had roller skates right?" Zac asked realizing that she was only an observer and not a participant in his activity.
"No, at least not today. We just moved here and my skates and all their stuff are still buried up in my room. By the time I would go get them and get all set, it would likely be time for you to go home. Your mom said you could only stay for a little while." She replied.
"Then do you want to ride on the swing back under the tree. I could push you if you don't know how to make yourself go using your legs." Zac commented. He wasn't sure what other activity to offer. Their time and resources were rather limited. Plus he didn't know what Tammy liked to do. He had only met her about half an hour ago, but he already liked her quite a bit and wanted to make friends with her. There was something different about her. Although he wasn't quite sure what it was yet.
"Sure, I would like that." Tammy commented as she led the way for the two of them back towards the swing. She seated herself neatly and took hold of both of the ropes in her hands. Zac made his way behind her and began pushing her gently trying to get some momentum going. He back up a step with each push to avoid getting hit by the swing. It was a tricky maneuver with his skates on. Tammy started realizing this and began to pumper her legs back and fourth so that she could provide her own motion on moving the swing back and fourth. When she got up to speed, Zac stepped back out of the way and leaned against the base of the tree.
"See, I know how to swing by myself. I just couldn't do it earlier when you first saw me because my hands were tied up." Tammy explained loudly as she whizzed back and fourth through the air on the swing. It was Zac's turn to observe and hers to have some fun.
"So, why were you tied up earlier again?" Zac asked trying to satisfy a curiosity.
"It's just something I do from time to time. Sometimes I tie myself up or I ask my mom to do my hands. I stay like that for a while, maybe half an hour and then she lets me go. It's just a game I like to play. I have been playing it since I was real little." Tammy commented as the swing hummed back and fourth.
"Have you ever been tied up?" She asked looking over at Zac.
The young man shook his head. "No, I haven't I don't know why I would want to be either. It would be no fun not being able to move around." He commented trying to explain his position on the matter.
Tammy drug her feet across the grown bringing the swing to a slowing pace. She didn't stop it all the way, but slowed its motion to moving back and fourth five or six feet at the most. It was more of a gentle gliding motion now.
Tammy made eye contact with her new friend. Well, at least she hoped that Zac would become a friend. "Well, if you change your mind and want to try it some time I could probably tie you up. Or not. I wouldn't make you do it if you didn't want to." The second line of her comment sounded almost apologetic in tone.
Zac shook his head again. "Well maybe sometime when we have more time my mother is going to want to leave soon." He commented hoping that would be the end of the subject.
Tammy nodded and smiled back at him again. She renewed her efforts restoring a portion of the swings former motion. The two children spend the next 20 minutes or so just swinging and standing under the tall oak tree. Tammy had a lot of questions about the new town. She was girl who had grown up in the busy city all of her life. This new country lifestyle was had a whole bunch of new possibilites. This was the first time she would be living in a house instead of an apartment. This was the first time she had her own back yard and her own swing. This was the first time she had many things. She asked a lot of questions and Zac filled in with answers where he could.
Norma and Sarah reappeared shortly thereafter. "Zac you should say goodbye to Tammy it's time for us to go home. You'll see her again soon enough. She is going to be riding the same bus as you Monday morning." Norma explained.
"Yeah, it was really nice to meet you Zac and you two Norma." Sarah commented. "It's nice to know we have such wonderful neighbors and you have done a wonderful job making us feel welcome. Zac you are welcome to come over to play anytime you want. I am sure Tammy would like that. As long as it's OK with your mom of course." She concluded.
Norma nodded. "I think that can be arranged. Next time I will bring over my daughter as well she is only two years older than Tammy and one year older as Zac. It's nice to have another family in the area. This house has been vacant for too long. Well Zac we need to go or your father is going to wonder where we are." Norma finished.
The women and the children said their goodbyes. Zac skated his way over and climbed into the back seat of the car fastening his seat belt as he went. His mother made one final comment then climbed in the driver's seat and started up the engine. She put the car in reverse and backed it down the driveway a lot more controlled than her last departure.
"Mom, can I come back and play with Tammy tomorrow? I really like her and there are not a whole lot of kids my age around here. Well, other than Emily I mean." Zac's relationship with his sister was good, but they were not always on the same page or into the same things. Having a new friend in the neighbor hood was exciting, even if she was a little strange.
Zac's mother looked back at him reading the look on his face. "Sorry honey, you cannot come back tomorrow. We have church in the morning and I have to go shopping for food in the afternoon. You know that." She commented. "But, I like Tammy's mom and I would love another visit. Unfortunately it will have to wait until later on in the week. I don't want you coming over here without my permission again. They have their own lives and you shouldn't go around bothering them uninvited. It's rude to do so, do you understand?" She asked.
She received a quick "Yes mom." From her son. His eyes were focused out the window looking off at Tammy and her mother in the distance. He was glad that he got to meet them. He was looking forward to seeing her again and the sooner the better. Who knows he thought to himself maybe they would meed again sooner than he thought. The car drove away slowly as he looked back with anticipation of their next meeting.
Alright, there is the conclusion of the first iteration of this story. Let me know if you want me to continue with this series or not.
Alex.
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