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A young orphan gets adopted and moves to Wyoming. There, she finds out what life really means to her.
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it triggered the buckets. Once the tub was filled by the buckets, you turned the nozzles off, and the buckets stopped coming.
Jo lay in the tub, relaxed. After a few hours, she got out and went through the closet that Ida had shown her. She slipped a plaid, button-down dress. She looked in the mirror and felt like a real country girl…
Chapter Seven- First Night on the Farm
Ida showed JoAnne to her bed, and pulled the blankets over her small, fragile body. Her father came in a few minutes later and kissed her on the head, whispering “Goodnight, my angel” in her ear. The words made her shiver with delight.
Once all human-made sounds were gone and the footsteps were silenced, voices sang. Crickets sang their harmonies high and pitchy. Jo couldn’t stand it. She slowly slipped out of her bed and staggered over to the window sill. She loved her new sky view. The stars were so unnaturally bright and the moon was like a spotted white egg. One star was typically intriguing to her. She didn’t know the name of it, but it was her star and she had it all to herself.
JoAnne obviously fell asleep in the window sill because when she woke up, she was laying in it. Her neck was all jammed up. She didn’t remember anything from last night except staring at her star. JoAnne stood up, and then sat down on the floor. Her back hurt so badly. She didn’t know if she could stand up. As she was wincing in pain, a small girl came into the room. She stood silently in the door frame, staring back at JoAnne.
Chapter Eight-
The little girl smiled and walked up to Joanne, taking her hand. The blushing little girl led Joanne into the closet, where they became stuck between two layers of coats and other clothing items. The little girl opened a hidden door at the back of the closet. It was an old door. Its’ teal paint was chipping, and the knob was dented and rusty. The little blond girl used a necklace that she found inside of a pocket of one of the coats in the closet to open the distorted knob. She stepped over the door frame into a bright room. Jo let her eyes focus. The room was all windows! She wondered if the room could be viewed from the outside. The little girl turned to JoAnne, handed her the necklace, and whispered quietly into her ear, “Dear little girl. You’ve come very late, but this room is yours now.”
JoAnne took the necklace reluctantly, starting to ask the pale little girl questions, but she was gone. She had vanished. Nothing was left inside the room except a stamped, addressed letter where the little girl had been.
JoAnne was freaked out! She didn’t know what was going on. “Maybe the house is haunted,” she thought, or “This room is filled with a poisonous gas or some kind of deadly bug!” Thoughts buzzed around in her head, until a buzzing alarm woke her.
Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe she was just having a bad, terrible dream. She believed this until she looked at the floor...
Chapter Nine- Was It Proof?
There, lying on the floor was the necklace the girl had gave to her in her dream. Did this mean this wasn’t a dream? JoAnne was so confused. She had no idea what was going on. She went to find Ida and seek some good advice and help.
She found Ida in the kitchen, as always. Ida didn’t notice her at first and Jo was nervous about everything that happened, so she stood quietly behind Ida waiting. When Ida turned around with the frying pan, she stopped dead in her tracks, and dropped it.
The loud clattering came to a halt and JoAnne’s daddy came out of his office, with a concerned face. He when he realized all that happened was that Ida dropped the pan, he looked at Jo. His face changed from concerned to amazed and dazed. At first he blinked a couple times and then he walked slowly up to Jo. He grabbed her arm and slid his hand down until it stopped at her wrist. He opened her palm and starred at what was concealed inside. It was his wife’s necklace.
She had lost it, one day cleaning out the spare room, and she never could find it again.
“It was hers, and now it’s yours.” Her father dabbled at the words, almost as if it were a dream.
“Where did you find this?!” he asked, demandingly.
Jo stuttered the words “On the floor, this morning.” Ida put her hand on her forehead and shook her head.
JoAnne didn’t know what she had gotten herself into. Her mind raced back and forth between her different theories. She didn’t know who held the necklace or how she found it on the floor. She was tremendously confused. She didn’t know how to fix it or how she had done this. She didn’t know what she did.
JoAnne sat at the table, in silence, watching her father and Ida whisper back and forth. Every few minutes they would turn their heads and look at Joanne. Staring at her, intensely, JoAnne felt like they were studying her, like some science experiment.
Then after a while her father came over and sat next to her, put his arm around her shoulder, and whispered in her ear, “Oh, honey, I’m sorry you even came.”
“What do you mean?” JoAnne stuttered, her father sighed, “Your mother, my wife for ten years, was killed two weeks ago.” Ida, across the room, looked down at the floor, and let a deep breath sift through her.
Her father continued, “She was not killed in a car accident, but was found dead, inside her car at the supermarket.”He looked like he was going to die at that moment.
But then he continued some more, “She she was healthier than anyone I have ever seen, but when the police came they said she had no wounds and was in perfect health so she just must’ve died, maybe from a panic attack, stress, or some other natural reason.” He paused, “But I didn’t believe them. I knew something happened to her.”
Chapter Ten- Do You Have Something to do With This?
The mood now in the house was very intense. Everyone was silent and no one would speak to each other. Then finally to break the silence, JoAnne spoke, “What do you really think happened to her?”
Her father looked over at her and starred for a while. “I think it had something to do with her studies, and whatever she was doing in that spare room all day long.” He quietly said, as if something would hear him.
JoAnne gasped, unaware of what had happened to her. “Dad, I’m going to tell you what happened in my dream last night.”
Her father’s eyes widened and Ida stopped doing the dishes. “I was staring at my star, and then all of a sudden I woke up. It felt so real. I thought I feel asleep in the window sill, and I had a headache and my neck hurt immensely.
I was sitting on the floor trying to get my neck to crack, when the little blond girl, with unbrushed hair, in a little pink dress, came into the room.
She sounded like a grown woman the way she spoke,” With every word Ida’s face got more fascinated, and her father’s more awestruck. “Do you want me to keep going?” she asked in a questioning voice.
“Yes!” They both replied. JoAnne continued the story of her dream and the closet and the window room and the letter. Her Father was in tears, and Ida was hiding her face. When she finally showed her face, she said, “Let’s go see if your dream is true.”
Chapter Eleven- Was It True?
The three of them, walked up the stairs silently, and into the spare room. Ida tore out the coats, to reveal, a knob.
Her father tugged on it, but it didn’t open. JoAnne tried to remember her dream, and then realized she needed her necklace to open the small door. She took the necklace from her neck, and slid it inside the key hole. It turned and the door pushed open. JoAnne cautiously stepped over the door frame and into the bright room. On the floor was the letter, just where it had been in her dream.
Jo couldn’t believe it. It was real, what had happened was real. She picked up the letter slowly and studied it carefully, and then started to peel away its seal. The letter was for someone.
It said, JoAnne, perfectly written a few inches under the stamp. JoAnne dropped the letter and ran. She didn’t want to know what was written inside.
She burst through her father and Ida, who were now peering into the secret room, curiously. They tried to stop her but she just kept running.
Chapter Twelve- Running Away
JoAnne just kept running, past the barn, past the garden, the chicken coop, the corn field, until it was dark. She was completely lost. She was happy. She had escaped the dream, or so she thought.
A small cottage was on the top of a nearby hill, she could see the lights. All the way up the non-maintained drive way, and up the steps, she knocked twice, and a frail old woman came to the door.
Her eyes were a perfect pure blue; her skin was pale and wrinkled. “I’ve been expecting you.”
She waved her arm behind her, revealing her home with a wave of her arm, “Come in…” she whispered.
JoAnne felt like she should be worried and alert, but the tranquility of the woman’s home made her forget everything, and remember nothing.
The woman set two teacups on the small table in front of the large picture windows. The small mosaic table had pictures in it, scenes, and animals. It fascinated Jo. She starred at it until the woman started coaxing her to drink the tea. At first she refused, but after a few minutes of coaxing from the old woman she picked up the teacup and drank the warm heavenly liquid.
Chapter Thirteen- Where Am I?
Somehow, it felt like the woman was inside her mind. Putting memories in her mind, explaining things, and showing her what she should do.
It seemed like the tea numbed the real world and her true thoughts and put in the woman’s and the mysterious happenings of the last two days. She understood things now, and what she came to do. She had to solve her mother’s death.
A PREVEIW OF:
BOOK TWO
Chapter 14- What Happened?
JoAnne walked home slowly, over the hills and through the wheat field. It was almost daylight now. It was foggy. “A storm was brewin’” Ida would say. JoAnne missed her. She started to run. But her legs defied her, and she fell on the rough gravel.
She hated her
Jo lay in the tub, relaxed. After a few hours, she got out and went through the closet that Ida had shown her. She slipped a plaid, button-down dress. She looked in the mirror and felt like a real country girl…
Chapter Seven- First Night on the Farm
Ida showed JoAnne to her bed, and pulled the blankets over her small, fragile body. Her father came in a few minutes later and kissed her on the head, whispering “Goodnight, my angel” in her ear. The words made her shiver with delight.
Once all human-made sounds were gone and the footsteps were silenced, voices sang. Crickets sang their harmonies high and pitchy. Jo couldn’t stand it. She slowly slipped out of her bed and staggered over to the window sill. She loved her new sky view. The stars were so unnaturally bright and the moon was like a spotted white egg. One star was typically intriguing to her. She didn’t know the name of it, but it was her star and she had it all to herself.
JoAnne obviously fell asleep in the window sill because when she woke up, she was laying in it. Her neck was all jammed up. She didn’t remember anything from last night except staring at her star. JoAnne stood up, and then sat down on the floor. Her back hurt so badly. She didn’t know if she could stand up. As she was wincing in pain, a small girl came into the room. She stood silently in the door frame, staring back at JoAnne.
Chapter Eight-
The little girl smiled and walked up to Joanne, taking her hand. The blushing little girl led Joanne into the closet, where they became stuck between two layers of coats and other clothing items. The little girl opened a hidden door at the back of the closet. It was an old door. Its’ teal paint was chipping, and the knob was dented and rusty. The little blond girl used a necklace that she found inside of a pocket of one of the coats in the closet to open the distorted knob. She stepped over the door frame into a bright room. Jo let her eyes focus. The room was all windows! She wondered if the room could be viewed from the outside. The little girl turned to JoAnne, handed her the necklace, and whispered quietly into her ear, “Dear little girl. You’ve come very late, but this room is yours now.”
JoAnne took the necklace reluctantly, starting to ask the pale little girl questions, but she was gone. She had vanished. Nothing was left inside the room except a stamped, addressed letter where the little girl had been.
JoAnne was freaked out! She didn’t know what was going on. “Maybe the house is haunted,” she thought, or “This room is filled with a poisonous gas or some kind of deadly bug!” Thoughts buzzed around in her head, until a buzzing alarm woke her.
Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe she was just having a bad, terrible dream. She believed this until she looked at the floor...
Chapter Nine- Was It Proof?
There, lying on the floor was the necklace the girl had gave to her in her dream. Did this mean this wasn’t a dream? JoAnne was so confused. She had no idea what was going on. She went to find Ida and seek some good advice and help.
She found Ida in the kitchen, as always. Ida didn’t notice her at first and Jo was nervous about everything that happened, so she stood quietly behind Ida waiting. When Ida turned around with the frying pan, she stopped dead in her tracks, and dropped it.
The loud clattering came to a halt and JoAnne’s daddy came out of his office, with a concerned face. He when he realized all that happened was that Ida dropped the pan, he looked at Jo. His face changed from concerned to amazed and dazed. At first he blinked a couple times and then he walked slowly up to Jo. He grabbed her arm and slid his hand down until it stopped at her wrist. He opened her palm and starred at what was concealed inside. It was his wife’s necklace.
She had lost it, one day cleaning out the spare room, and she never could find it again.
“It was hers, and now it’s yours.” Her father dabbled at the words, almost as if it were a dream.
“Where did you find this?!” he asked, demandingly.
Jo stuttered the words “On the floor, this morning.” Ida put her hand on her forehead and shook her head.
JoAnne didn’t know what she had gotten herself into. Her mind raced back and forth between her different theories. She didn’t know who held the necklace or how she found it on the floor. She was tremendously confused. She didn’t know how to fix it or how she had done this. She didn’t know what she did.
JoAnne sat at the table, in silence, watching her father and Ida whisper back and forth. Every few minutes they would turn their heads and look at Joanne. Staring at her, intensely, JoAnne felt like they were studying her, like some science experiment.
Then after a while her father came over and sat next to her, put his arm around her shoulder, and whispered in her ear, “Oh, honey, I’m sorry you even came.”
“What do you mean?” JoAnne stuttered, her father sighed, “Your mother, my wife for ten years, was killed two weeks ago.” Ida, across the room, looked down at the floor, and let a deep breath sift through her.
Her father continued, “She was not killed in a car accident, but was found dead, inside her car at the supermarket.”He looked like he was going to die at that moment.
But then he continued some more, “She she was healthier than anyone I have ever seen, but when the police came they said she had no wounds and was in perfect health so she just must’ve died, maybe from a panic attack, stress, or some other natural reason.” He paused, “But I didn’t believe them. I knew something happened to her.”
Chapter Ten- Do You Have Something to do With This?
The mood now in the house was very intense. Everyone was silent and no one would speak to each other. Then finally to break the silence, JoAnne spoke, “What do you really think happened to her?”
Her father looked over at her and starred for a while. “I think it had something to do with her studies, and whatever she was doing in that spare room all day long.” He quietly said, as if something would hear him.
JoAnne gasped, unaware of what had happened to her. “Dad, I’m going to tell you what happened in my dream last night.”
Her father’s eyes widened and Ida stopped doing the dishes. “I was staring at my star, and then all of a sudden I woke up. It felt so real. I thought I feel asleep in the window sill, and I had a headache and my neck hurt immensely.
I was sitting on the floor trying to get my neck to crack, when the little blond girl, with unbrushed hair, in a little pink dress, came into the room.
She sounded like a grown woman the way she spoke,” With every word Ida’s face got more fascinated, and her father’s more awestruck. “Do you want me to keep going?” she asked in a questioning voice.
“Yes!” They both replied. JoAnne continued the story of her dream and the closet and the window room and the letter. Her Father was in tears, and Ida was hiding her face. When she finally showed her face, she said, “Let’s go see if your dream is true.”
Chapter Eleven- Was It True?
The three of them, walked up the stairs silently, and into the spare room. Ida tore out the coats, to reveal, a knob.
Her father tugged on it, but it didn’t open. JoAnne tried to remember her dream, and then realized she needed her necklace to open the small door. She took the necklace from her neck, and slid it inside the key hole. It turned and the door pushed open. JoAnne cautiously stepped over the door frame and into the bright room. On the floor was the letter, just where it had been in her dream.
Jo couldn’t believe it. It was real, what had happened was real. She picked up the letter slowly and studied it carefully, and then started to peel away its seal. The letter was for someone.
It said, JoAnne, perfectly written a few inches under the stamp. JoAnne dropped the letter and ran. She didn’t want to know what was written inside.
She burst through her father and Ida, who were now peering into the secret room, curiously. They tried to stop her but she just kept running.
Chapter Twelve- Running Away
JoAnne just kept running, past the barn, past the garden, the chicken coop, the corn field, until it was dark. She was completely lost. She was happy. She had escaped the dream, or so she thought.
A small cottage was on the top of a nearby hill, she could see the lights. All the way up the non-maintained drive way, and up the steps, she knocked twice, and a frail old woman came to the door.
Her eyes were a perfect pure blue; her skin was pale and wrinkled. “I’ve been expecting you.”
She waved her arm behind her, revealing her home with a wave of her arm, “Come in…” she whispered.
JoAnne felt like she should be worried and alert, but the tranquility of the woman’s home made her forget everything, and remember nothing.
The woman set two teacups on the small table in front of the large picture windows. The small mosaic table had pictures in it, scenes, and animals. It fascinated Jo. She starred at it until the woman started coaxing her to drink the tea. At first she refused, but after a few minutes of coaxing from the old woman she picked up the teacup and drank the warm heavenly liquid.
Chapter Thirteen- Where Am I?
Somehow, it felt like the woman was inside her mind. Putting memories in her mind, explaining things, and showing her what she should do.
It seemed like the tea numbed the real world and her true thoughts and put in the woman’s and the mysterious happenings of the last two days. She understood things now, and what she came to do. She had to solve her mother’s death.
A PREVEIW OF:
BOOK TWO
Chapter 14- What Happened?
JoAnne walked home slowly, over the hills and through the wheat field. It was almost daylight now. It was foggy. “A storm was brewin’” Ida would say. JoAnne missed her. She started to run. But her legs defied her, and she fell on the rough gravel.
She hated her
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