Stronger by Ang Chris

Chapter 19

“What would you like to start with?” Elizabeth asked as we walked from my house that morning.

“I typically start my day in the field tending to the crops,” I told her.

I didn’t know where the entrance to the fields was and they produced a lot more food than my pack did.

“We have two sets of crops. There are the crops for the pack and the crops for the market. Which one would you like to tend to?” she turned her head to look at me.

“I don’t know how to drive a tractor, so the crops for the pack,”

“Would you like to learn?”

I suppose I should. “Of course but not today I don’t think,” I nodded my head.

“Alright well, I will speak with one of the farmers to see if they’d be willing to teach you,”

We headed past the many houses of the pack and to an acre that held a garden, a vine plot, and in the back what looked to be an orchard.

“We grow many vegetables, fruits, grapes, apples, and pears,” explained.

“Put me to work,” I nodded.

Their crops were far behind my family’s pack. Most hadn’t been planted. It was still pretty chilly out. I had on my one sweater and jeans. My rubber garden boots were a must obviously.

I rolled up my sleeves and put on a gardening apron and got to work. I grabbed a hand tiller, went to a plot, and worked the ground. It hadn’t fully thawed yet so I grabbed a hoe to break up the tougher dirt.

I grabbed bags of manure when I was done and spread them over the 12–foot square plot. Then I grabbed the rake and dug groves into the soil,

I was planting beets on this plot. I put them about 6 and 4 inches apart. I planted them half an inch down and covered them up. I watered the crops and dusted off my hands.

“To the training house. I feel like a run and box,” I told Elizabeth who had finished a plot of radishes before me.

“Of course,”

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from the house,” I told her. “I’ll

course Luna,” she nodded and headed

enjoyed farming. It was a sense of satisfaction of growing your own food knowing you had planted it and tended it almost made it taste better. I like the dirt on my hands and the push of the tools grooming the ground

work of yours went into something it

home. It was full of furniture and had room

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chilled and gray. I could see the potential for sunny days and cozy

upstairs to my new and vast

the arms and calves of the two–pieces. It was a mid–rise shirt goddess knows Grayson

*Perfect

my hair up in a high pony and

I had to make a standing here yet the task seemed daunting with only a

me, they were curious

was standing on the above gym track waiting

Their faces so endeared to one

a man who can’t even her soulmate to

to find peace within myself but the loneliness

to down

middle of a group of men. The thinking was not doing me any good, yelling at Grayson had not worked either, maybe hitting

hands. I took a deep breath and growled at this inanimate

mine.

b*dy weight into my punches throwing all I had in muscles and my mind at it. I huffed and grunted at the bag thumped

ruthlessly. I had so much I couldn’t understand or comprehend and it all came out on

know it’s not going to fight back right?” A voice interrupted my music and my thoughts. I

brows knit together looking

turned back to the bag and continued

trust easily,” Matt came and held the bag