All my life, I have been a writer. Apart from keeping a journal, which has nearly always been a part of my day and now takes a form of blogging, I have written stories, sketches of novels and hundreds of poems. I have never tried to publish anything in print, but perhaps, with my husband's blessing, someday I will. In the meantime, in this delightfully busy season of my life, I just enjoy having plots ripen in my head and writing them down from time to time.
And so, one day I thought...
What would happen if a typical, modern, urban teenage girl unexpectedly found herself living right in the middle of nowhere, on a homestead with a traditional, homeschooling family? Wouldn't that be an interesting cultural clash?
It led me to writing the story of Rebecca, a 15-year-old who is bored at school, loves being a slave of fashion, and just started seeing her first "real" boyfriend when all of this suddenly comes to an end.
I thought it could be nice to share snippets of this story here, now and then. Here is the beginning.
Hi, my name is Becky, I'm 15 years old, and my parents died in a car accident a year ago. I know it sounds horrible, and it is, but I really would rather not talk too much right now about that last part, because it's all still too painful and confusing. I simply wanted to write a journal of my normal life - or whatever passes for normal these days, anyway.
After Mom and Dad died, I moved in with my grandmother who lives two blocks from our old apartment. I knew I wouldn't be able to stay with her too long, though. Grandma is very old and keeps talking about going to live in a nursing home. Poor Grandma! She seems a decade older ever since Mom and Dad...
Apart from Grandma's, I had nowhere to go. I'm only 15, you see. I'd love to drop out of school and start working, but I know social workers would be right on spot - ah, the poor neglected child!
And then, imagine this, we got a letter from Aunt Anne, telling that they would love to have me come and live with them.
Our family rarely saw Aunt Anne ever since she married Uncle Ben and moved far away many years ago - that was before I was even born. I knew they had five children, but that's about all. Aunt Anne is not a very close relative - my father's cousin. But since both my parents were only children, I suppose this counts for something.
Anyway, as soon as Aunt Anne got a letter from Grandma about our situation, she wrote back and offered to take me in. The letter was hard to read because it was blotched with tears in several places, but Aunt Anne wanted me to come - that was certain.
I began to think. It sounded much nicer than any other alternative we could think of, but it's so far! What about my friends? My boyfriend?..
But in the end, after Grandma and I thought it all over, it turned out that I really don't have much choice. Grandma, sobbing, packed my suitcases. Of course, she left half my stuff out. How can I leave without taking my high-heeled boots, my white leather jacket, my tops and miniskirts and all my make-up? Anyway, I packed another suitcase, kissed Grandma goodbye and boarded the plane. Goodbye, friends! Goodbye, my first real boyfriend Ted! I already began to lose interest in you, but I will still miss you!
To entertain myself during the flight, I decided to start writing a diary. But now I will try to sleep. There are still many hours until we land...