My dad always joked that I had grown up ‘wild and feral.’ I didn’t like to be inside and I didn’t like to wear shoes. I just responded with the fact he shouldn’t have moved to a farm if he wanted me to be prim and proper. That he shouldn’t have raised me as a tomboy.
I did wear dresses and could knock any guy’s socks off, but I was so busy creating my own life, I didn’t always dress like everyone thought I should. I had big plans for my life and none of them included living inside or living in the city. And even though everyone seemed to think I didn’t care about my appearance or clothes, I was out to set them straight.
I wanted to develop my own line of skin care, only using resources I found in and around our farm. And despite what everyone thinks, I do care about my clothes and I do know how to use a computer. I wanted and was working on designing clothes with companies who only used sustainable products and processes.
When everyone thought I was laying out in the sunshine, I was working. I was studying. I was creating. I was dreaming. I was happy with myself and where my life was going. That was until the day the farm caught fire and I nearly lost everything dear to me. It meant Jason was back for revenge. Revenge for a life he thought should be his.
Standing Room Only 