Chapter 3: Place of Misery

I rolled into the farm, happy as ever from my latest little joyride. All that happiness disappeared though, as soon as I saw my father’s face. He had wrinkles all over his face, a rather big nose, and a mole. When he wasn’t angry, he would have a smug look on his face, and one that was rather annoying to me. He was angry at me, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk back. So I just decided to take what was coming to me.

“Morning, dad.” I greeted him. I still had a little happiness left in me, but I think I just used the last of it. Bummer.

“Good morning, young man.” He replied,” I see you’re late. Again.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“If you’re really sorry, then you won’t mind doing some overtime after work today?” he said in a calm manner.

“But Dad!” I said, “I have a race this afternoon with my friends!”

“Well you’re going to have to skip out on it.” He replied coldly,” Next time, when you want some fun, try waking up early for once. Get to work.”

I sigh, “Yes Dad.”

 

I went into the barn and took my pick off the hook on the wall. I walked outside onto the fields. The sun was shining bright now. I started sweating the minute I started to work. That sweat seemed to be the only thing that was interesting at the time. It was so darn boring.

The day dragged on. It seemed as if the sun would never go down, but, at last, it finally did, and evening came. Dad's workers started to leave, so I decided it was my time too. But as soon as I picked up my skates, he yelled to me, "NATE! Don't forget your punishment! You mustn't leave until 6!"

"Great", I muttered to myself.