Wildflower

   Wildflower

        By:

 Lillie Hankel

    “I know what I want to do with my life mom!” shouted Jara.
    “Well I just don’t want you to get discouraged.” replied mom.
    “I won’t.” said Jara as she walked out of the house. Jara was tall and 19 years old. She had long, blonde, beach wavy hair, with blue eyes and dark skin. Jara was a strong person, growing up on a Wyoming farm helped with that. Jara’s father was a very strong and stern person before he died of lung cancer. Jara took after him a lot. Jara is a wildflower.
    George was a young man before he died.  He loved his life, his child, and his wife. He worked all day on the farm to provide for his family, though he was very stern and strict with Jara. If she would do one little thing wrong, she would get punished. He loved Jara very much, but since he was brought up in a strict home, he was very strict with Jara. Jara is really stern and everything has to be her way, just like George had it to be, always right.  George smoked, that's how he died, lung cancer. He suffered from cancer for two and a half years, before he passed away. He was 39.
    “I just want to decide what I want to do,” talking to herself. “I’m sick of everyone writing my life for me.” fussed Jara as she was getting out her horse Appatchi from the barn. Finally, she took off. Go Appatchi go!” shouted Jara. Galloping as fast as Appatchi’s legs would take her, they went. In the breeze, you could smell all of the flavors of the flowers. All the hills and mountains rolling past her, they stopped at their favorite stream for a drink. Appatchi bareback and as sweaty as ever, drank from the stream and ate all the long grass that surrounded them. “I really wish my Grandma could be here now. She always knew what to tell me. I miss her a lot!” said Jara to herself.
    “Hi!”
    “Ah!” screamed Jara.
    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
    “Who are you?” replied Jara.
    “I’m Ashton.”
    “What are you doing here?”
    “I am your mom’s new work hand!” said Ashton with a pleased voice.
    “That's nice.” replied Jara, “now leave me alone!” Ashton was a well built guy. He had dark brown eyes. His hair was a dark brown with a tint of red in it. His smile was dazzling, with perfect, white teeth. Ashton had big muscles, but not too big mind you, and he looked about 20ish. He had boots on with dirty pants and a dirty t-shirt on.
    “Well, bye.” mumbled Jara as she hopped on Appatchi, just about ready to take off, Ashton grabbed the halter.
     “Just a minute!” zapped Ashton.
    “Let me go!”
    “Nope, your mom said I had to keep an eye on you, so that is what I am going to do.”
    “Fine, if you can catch up with me,” snapped Jara, grabbing the lead rope out of his hands and taking off. Ashton jumped on his horse and within a flash he caught up.
    Slowing Appatchi down, Jara said, “so, where are you from?”
    “Well originally California, but then I moved to Wyoming with my grandparents after my parents passed away.”
    “How did the die?” “
    It was from a car accident, they were both killed immediately.” said Ashton.
     “My dad died from cancer when I was eight.” replied Jara.
    “That's what I heard.”
    “So, how are you so good with horses? asked Jara.
    “I used to live on a ranch in California before my parents died and we had horses, so I am a costom to it.” replied Ashton.
    “That's cool!” answered Jara.
    “Yup! It is!” said Ashton.
    “So, what do you what to do with you life?” asked Ashton patting his horse.
    “Did my mom put your up to this?” questioned Jara, “I am sick of everyone telling me what I have to do with my life!”
    “I wasn’t,” said Ashton, “I was just wondering.”
    “Well, I don’t know?”
    “What about you Ashton?”
    “I want to dedicate my life to helping children with disabilities with horses.” said Ashton.
    “That's cool!” said Jara.
    “Well, that is not all, I want to dedicate my life also to God.” told Ashton.
    “Oh, you’re one of those God fearing people, aren’t you?” replied Jara with a disgusted look on her face.
    “Yes, I am, Jara. And I am proud of it.” said Ashton.
    “Well that is nice for you but nor for me!” shouted Jara.
    For the next couple hours Ashton told Jara about God and all the wonders  he does.     “Isn’t He amazing!” asked Ashton.
    “Yes! He really is something!” replied Jara. Putting Appatchi away with Ashton, Jara took his hand and said,
    “Will you help me give my life over to God Ashton?”
    “Of course I will Jara.”
    Running into the house, Jara kept on shouting, “Mom, Mom, Mom!” “I know what I want to do with my life!”

                            The End