A Girl In The Golden Grass: Part 5

I almost fell down the well, I was exhausted! Sylvie would say I haven't done anything, she wouldn't be wrong. I have done things, but mentally. Nothing physical. Hauling up the bucket, my mind wondered again, the sight of the golden grass dancing appeared again. It felt like it didn't want me to leave it. As if it knew I wanted to leave for the city. Suddenly, I saw my own face, rippling infront of my eyes. For a moment, I thought I was crazy. I realised it was my reflection in the well. Quickly, I sprinted into the house and into our room. Tapping her imaginary watch, Sylvie lay on her blanket.
"What happened, you took 37 minutes, to go round the side of the house and get a bucket of water, I was going to make you get the next bucket to drink from, I figured I will." Sylvie informed.
"37 minutes?! No I wasn't. I just got caught up in the impossible." I dropped the bucket next to Sylvie, collapsed onto my blanket and watched Sylvie wash her face and waited my turn.
"The impossible? Being what?" Sylvie politely asked as she dried her face.
"You'll think its stupid. The city. Don't you wonder what it's like? All the things we have heard. I want to go. To see the world." I said as I bolted upright awaiting her reply.
"Leave Broove? We will not be allowed to go to the city! I don't want to leave. When mum and dad die, it will be up to us to run Broove! Our whole family has grown up on the farm, for generations us Moore's have lived here! All our memories. You can but I will not!" Sylvie gasped and slumped into bed "forget the water, I am tired."
I laid, feeling bad for wanting to leave. Maybe the City wasn't ment for Sylvie Moore, what about Emeress Moore. There is nothing stopping me, not even the golden grass...