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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Life Experience
- Published: 04/17/2024
Behind the barn
Born 2008, M, from Churchhill, CanadaMy Uncle Evan always told me not to go into the field behind his barn, even if he was out there or going with me. But there was a day he wasn't there at all.
I knew his trip to the city would take some time, so I figured I could go into the field, come out unscathed and prove to Uncle Evan there was no danger.
The big green barn was the only thing standing between the field and I,
"The colour of money!" Uncle Evan's voice said in my head as I stared.
I narrowed my eyebrows as I began to trudge past the barn, I was ready to prove there was nothing to be scared of in the field.
As soon as I walked into the field, I was swollowed by the tall grass, and I started to see why Uncle Evan wanted me to stay out.
I ventured further, watching the tall trees to remember my path. I pushed the grass out of my way and tried to shield my face at the same time.
I could feel the wrinkles appear on my face with every step. I began to wish I had brought my hat.
The sun moved across the sky quite quickly, and I started to wonder how long I was in there. It felt like only ten mintues, but according to the sky, clearly it hadn't been.
Soon, I decided to quit, since there was obviously no danger, and go inside to get a drink. As I turned and ran my hand through my hair, I heard Uncle Evan slam his truck door; I looked up and sighed loudly.
After another couple minutes, I heard the screen door slam and rushing steps down the front stairs.
"Graham?!" Uncle Evan yelled, the lock on the barn door raddled and his yelling became muffled.
I wasn't very sure what I wanted to do, should I go out there and have Uncle Evan scream at me? Or should I stay in the field and hide for the rest of my life? I didn't really know which would turn out worse.
"Graham? Are you out there?!" He yelled once again, I didn't know how to start, so I didn't. I stayed quiet but began moving to what I assumed to be the edge of the field.
I listened as the old stairs creaked, then I could just barley hear Uncle Evan begin to cry. Yet, I still didn't make a sound.
It was getting darker and darker, I sat down on the dirt and rubbed my arms for a while, wishing I had take at least a sweater.
I'm not too sure why I didn't just leave the field.
A car's brakes screeched and the door gave a nasty squel,
"Oh, Officer!" Uncle Evan started, "My Nephew, he was in the house when I left.. I-I can't think of anywhere he could have went!"
I bit my finger nails, 'why am I doing this?' I thought.
As they talked, I walked close enough to the edge where I could hear them clearer;
The officer was talking about how I could be in the field, but Uncle Evan corrected him, saying I would never enter.
Just as the officer said he'd call out a few more cops to look for me, I rushed to push the weeds out of my way and stumbled out onto the dirt.
Uncle Evan looked over and let his arms down from being crossed tight around his chest. He sprinted over and wrapped his arms around me, he hugged me so tight to where I almost couldn't breathe.
"God, kid! What were you doin'?" Uncle Evan's eyes were blood shot, like he had been crying for a long time.
"I.. Wanted to show you there was nothin' in there, but when you got back, I got scared you'd be mad I went in there,"
He brought his hands up onto my shoulders, "I was so scared, I thought someone came and took you or somethin'.. " He tried to laugh it off, but another tear broke out from his eye.
I looked down at my dusty shoes, I couldn't stand to see him like that; I felt his hands shaking on my shoulders.
Uncle Evan talked to the officer for quite some time before he left. Uncle Evan and I sat on the front steps and talked for half an hour; he asked me why I was so scared to come out of the field.
"I figured you'd be mad at me," I shrugged, "I just.. Didn't want you to yell at me, that's all."
That night, Uncle Evan came into my room and sat down on my bed,
"You scared me half to death today, kid," He shook his head,
"I'm sorry," I said, "I'm sorry for making you cry,"
"Oh, that's alright, as long as you're safe and sound, that's all that matters," He then clasped his hands and stood up. "But.." He started again, "I don't want you comin' outta this room unless it's for breakfast, chores, church or the bathroom."
I found it a little funny how church came before the bathroom;
I nodded my head and flattened the blanket over my stomach.
All I did every day after that was the dishes, my laundry, sometimes made breakfast and even cleaned my shoes.
In the end, going into the field costed me my summer.
Behind the barn(Elijah Jones)
My Uncle Evan always told me not to go into the field behind his barn, even if he was out there or going with me. But there was a day he wasn't there at all.
I knew his trip to the city would take some time, so I figured I could go into the field, come out unscathed and prove to Uncle Evan there was no danger.
The big green barn was the only thing standing between the field and I,
"The colour of money!" Uncle Evan's voice said in my head as I stared.
I narrowed my eyebrows as I began to trudge past the barn, I was ready to prove there was nothing to be scared of in the field.
As soon as I walked into the field, I was swollowed by the tall grass, and I started to see why Uncle Evan wanted me to stay out.
I ventured further, watching the tall trees to remember my path. I pushed the grass out of my way and tried to shield my face at the same time.
I could feel the wrinkles appear on my face with every step. I began to wish I had brought my hat.
The sun moved across the sky quite quickly, and I started to wonder how long I was in there. It felt like only ten mintues, but according to the sky, clearly it hadn't been.
Soon, I decided to quit, since there was obviously no danger, and go inside to get a drink. As I turned and ran my hand through my hair, I heard Uncle Evan slam his truck door; I looked up and sighed loudly.
After another couple minutes, I heard the screen door slam and rushing steps down the front stairs.
"Graham?!" Uncle Evan yelled, the lock on the barn door raddled and his yelling became muffled.
I wasn't very sure what I wanted to do, should I go out there and have Uncle Evan scream at me? Or should I stay in the field and hide for the rest of my life? I didn't really know which would turn out worse.
"Graham? Are you out there?!" He yelled once again, I didn't know how to start, so I didn't. I stayed quiet but began moving to what I assumed to be the edge of the field.
I listened as the old stairs creaked, then I could just barley hear Uncle Evan begin to cry. Yet, I still didn't make a sound.
It was getting darker and darker, I sat down on the dirt and rubbed my arms for a while, wishing I had take at least a sweater.
I'm not too sure why I didn't just leave the field.
A car's brakes screeched and the door gave a nasty squel,
"Oh, Officer!" Uncle Evan started, "My Nephew, he was in the house when I left.. I-I can't think of anywhere he could have went!"
I bit my finger nails, 'why am I doing this?' I thought.
As they talked, I walked close enough to the edge where I could hear them clearer;
The officer was talking about how I could be in the field, but Uncle Evan corrected him, saying I would never enter.
Just as the officer said he'd call out a few more cops to look for me, I rushed to push the weeds out of my way and stumbled out onto the dirt.
Uncle Evan looked over and let his arms down from being crossed tight around his chest. He sprinted over and wrapped his arms around me, he hugged me so tight to where I almost couldn't breathe.
"God, kid! What were you doin'?" Uncle Evan's eyes were blood shot, like he had been crying for a long time.
"I.. Wanted to show you there was nothin' in there, but when you got back, I got scared you'd be mad I went in there,"
He brought his hands up onto my shoulders, "I was so scared, I thought someone came and took you or somethin'.. " He tried to laugh it off, but another tear broke out from his eye.
I looked down at my dusty shoes, I couldn't stand to see him like that; I felt his hands shaking on my shoulders.
Uncle Evan talked to the officer for quite some time before he left. Uncle Evan and I sat on the front steps and talked for half an hour; he asked me why I was so scared to come out of the field.
"I figured you'd be mad at me," I shrugged, "I just.. Didn't want you to yell at me, that's all."
That night, Uncle Evan came into my room and sat down on my bed,
"You scared me half to death today, kid," He shook his head,
"I'm sorry," I said, "I'm sorry for making you cry,"
"Oh, that's alright, as long as you're safe and sound, that's all that matters," He then clasped his hands and stood up. "But.." He started again, "I don't want you comin' outta this room unless it's for breakfast, chores, church or the bathroom."
I found it a little funny how church came before the bathroom;
I nodded my head and flattened the blanket over my stomach.
All I did every day after that was the dishes, my laundry, sometimes made breakfast and even cleaned my shoes.
In the end, going into the field costed me my summer.
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