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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gym clothes from the house,” I told her. “I’ll meet you at

she nodded and

of growing your own food knowing you had planted it and tended it almost made it taste better.

the hard work of yours went into something

It was full of furniture and had room for everything. There were no memories

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see the potential for sunny days and cozy moments but it felt like the end of a race,

vast room to get my workout clothes

appropriate; it had sheer lines on the arms and calves of the two–pieces. It was a mid–rise shirt goddess knows Grayson wouldn’t

*Perfect

gym putting my hair up in a high pony and twisting it into

here yet the task

thought of me, they were curious

on the above gym track

and his arms settled on her waist. Their faces so endeared to one another and their

who can’t even her soulmate to love her so wholly and I am left on an island with

in, drowning out everyone else. Trying to find peace within myself but the loneliness pushed through the

going to down to find an open

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

with the bag after wrapping my hands. I took a deep breath and

mine.

took my b*dy weight into my punches throwing all I had in muscles and my mind at it. I huffed and

elbow into it and kicked it ruthlessly. I had so much I couldn’t understand or comprehend and it

back right?” A voice interrupted my

had his brows knit together looking at

back to the bag and continued my

doesn’t trust easily,”