17 December 2012
She was woken up like she always was by the cockerels willing her awake. She would have to talk to Mrs Crick, the landlady about moving them, although they did provide her with a good alarm clock. She sighed, and put on her wooden clogs and grabbed her hair scarf. Hopefully it wasn't windy, as wind blowing through her hair always brought back the worst memories. Mrs Crick was calling her now, she didn't realise it was so late. She should've been down ten minutes ago. That would mean she wouldn't get to chat with the other workers. And she really needed to see Sara, the person she trusted the most. Although she didn't trust anyone after what had happened before. "Teresa, if you don't come down now, all you will have for breakfast is a crust of bread, as Thomas is already down here!" Mrs Crick yelled from outside. Tom was the prankster from a cross the river. Mrs Crick was great fun sometimes, but you couldn't get on her wrong side if you wish to live, and she insisted on calling people by their full names, which annoyed them greatly. She ran down, and anyone who saw her thought she flew, as she ran so quietly and gracefully. Sara was waiting for her. "You're a little late, aren't you Tess?! Tired out?" Sara was fun, and great to be around, but she could go sincere when needed, and didn't treat everything like a joke. Tess yawned, and nodded. She didn't speak much, only when necessary, or when she was telling a story before all the other workers departed for bed. When she told a story, it was like she was reliving a moment, and everyone visibly hung onto her words. She often finished them the next night, to keep suspense. Sara left to do her duty, and Tess went to the geese, and got ready to take them to the field across the way.
I will write more in between these, and the next part may not be until after Xmas, but I don't know ;)
The Rising Sun (part 2) • Opuss № I