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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house,” I told her. “I’ll meet you at the training grounds,”

course Luna,” she nodded

and tended it almost made it taste better. I like the dirt on my hands and the push

of yours went into something it was prideful and content.

new empty home. It was full of furniture and

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barren to me. It felt chilled and gray. I could see the potential for sunny

vast room to

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

*Perfect

walked to the gym putting my hair up in

find my way. I had to make a standing here yet the task seemed

me, they were curious

the gym I sought out Elizabeth who was standing on the above gym track waiting for

faces so endeared to

gets a man who can’t even her

thought with my earbuds in, drowning out everyone else. Trying to find peace within myself but the loneliness pushed through the cracks

a while, going to down to

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

hands. I took a deep breath and growled

mine.

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

and kicked it ruthlessly. I had so much I couldn’t understand or comprehend and it all came out on the sack in front of

to fight back right?” A voice interrupted my music and my thoughts. I pulled

knit together looking at the limp bag

something that can’t feel it,” I turned back to the bag and continued my assault.

easily,” Matt