Hey, everyone! I missed Challenge #2 because I was in South Dakota with my grandparents, but I’m back just in time for Challenge #3. Since the scenery was so beautiful, I decided to incorporate some of the pictures I took in South Dakota to use in this challenge. Hope you enjoy!
+1 point for submiting story/poem
+3 points for using all three prompts
+8 points for incorperating in 4 pictures
Total Points: 12
“Here, let me help,” Annie said as she squeezed her way through to help her Uncle pick up all of the old books and antique objects she had dropped.
“It’s fine, just go away,” her Uncle snapped, blocking her path. “You’ve already messed up everything as it is.” he muttered under his breath.
“No, I can fix it, it really! I promise, I can-” Annie was cut off, not by her Uncle, but by the look of genuine disappointment in his face. He didn’t care that she had dropped all the important books, but he was disappointed at her for what she had done.
Annie was starting to get frustrated, but instead of taking it out on her Uncle, she relaxed and fueled her emotions into her words.
“You know, I’m not as weak as you think I am.” Annie said. Her voice started off soft, and unsure, but gained confidence and volume towards the end of her sentence. Soon Annie found herself staring directly at her Uncle, with such a force and even a hint of rebelliousness, that she was sure to be grounded for the next week on top of what she was already in trouble for.
“Hmm, we’ll see…”
He walked away.
This made Annie even more frustrated.
He can’t just walk away…can he?
Annie didn’t know where to go or what to do, so she went to the place where she couldn’t mess anything up. This place was so perfect, that even the most useless and trouble-causing person in the world, such as Annie herself, couldn’t make things worse.
Annie was walking on a concrete sidewalk, which slowly transformed into a whimsical cobblestone pathway, which lead to the outskirts of the city. Where it seemed like there was nobody else in the whole wide world except for Annie. Annie liked that. The walk wasn’t too long, but it did take a little bit of time to reach her desired location.
She found her way into a prarie with a small valley just below. Wildflowers and other plants blew softly into the gentle wind. Her anger dissolved into calm. For the first time in her life, she tasted the sweetness of serenity.
Before she knew it, Annie was approaching an impressive, large rock formation known as the Badlands. The mere sight of it made her feel happy, for it was a secret refuge from the real world.
She took a seat on a small cliff, that was slightly eroded, just enough to make a comfortable seat. Her legs dangled off into the cliff, as she stared off into the distance at the wonder surrounding her.
Annie was 17 years old, which meant that she was almost 18, which meant that she was almost a legal adult. She couldn’t wait until November 14, when she could finally leave her mean Uncle and the worn down trailer he called a house.
The only problem was that Annie had no idea what she will do when November 14, 1932 comes along. The stock market crashed a couple years ago, and it was unlikely that she would be able to get a job. Well, there was one job that was always available to her. A job with her Uncle. What was the point of having the freedom of being an adult but having to relive childhood struggles each day? Even though it was probably the only way she could get food, the idea didn’t appeal to Annie.
The only thing that sounded enjoyable to Annie was staying out here, in the Badlands. She knew how to hunt bison and other animals, and what other choice did she have?
She had already scared away all of her Uncle’s customers at his bookstore by accidentally telling them that she liked to hunt bison. She remember their judgmental voices echoing through her head a million times like pinballs in an arcade.
“Do you even know how to shoot?”
“Quite unladylike, goodness how embarrassing!”
“Well I never!”
So Annie started to set up camp.
She might as well start now.
After all, November 14 was tomorrow.
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