Farmer.

Angol házifeladatom volt, hogy írjak egy novellát. Természetesen angolul. Íme az eredmény. (:

My english homework was that I had to write and english short story. Here's it. (: Maybe it has mistakes, but my teacher corrected it, so I hope there are less mistakes, before she did it. (;

He was a farmer boy. But the cutest, funniest farmer boy I've ever met. Tough I met… well; maybe he's the only one…

I was 17, he was 19. It was a holiday for me. My parents thought it could be a nice holiday… you know… 'Meet the country'… of course. The metropolitan girl, who I was at that time, would love to pick up the eggs, let out the cows, clear up around horses… well. Thinking back I can't believe that I really had that hysterics. Breaking those mugs, plates, crying, shouting, and well, the most brutal thing I'd ever done: calling my dad a son of a bitch, and then leaving without saying where I was going. Shutting every door behind me: one had windowpane. It broke to thousand pieces. But I didn't care, I went to the nearest shopping mall, and bought clothes and shoes. I was a shopaholic. I think so.

But it didn't help, I still had to go to the country.

The first day of the summer holiday, sitting in my dad's car with tearful eyes, looking out to the fields. My mom was so happy. 'Look! Deer!' 'Fine Mom…' I muttered. 'What's wrong Sweetheart?' 'Nothing Mom. I just wanna go back to my friends…' 'Yeah. And I just wanna live in Norway. But I cannot. So keep silent Darling and enjoy the summer!' Thanks Mom, I love you, it really helped…

After travelling for hours and listening to that awful country music (oh my gosh, these are mad) and my lil sis' always-have-to-pee, we finally arrived. I got out of car.

The first thing I saw was a cow. Then a woman. And something white. Yuck… is it really milk?! - Oookay land, I really wanna go back. I would never have thought that it wasn't the time I wanted to go back the most.

A black stable, a white, old house, and green grass. Have I seen grass that's that green before? Blue sky, clear, fresh air. It was sooo different from my hometown.

'Hey, the McCiens?' the lady called out loud.

'Yeah, we are' my father muttered. 'And if I'm right, you are Mrs. Levy.'

'Oh Gosh, just call me Alice!' the woman said. Then laughed. What's that funny?? She had rough, foreign accent. It was so annoying. 'Come on, I'll show you the house' she told us. We took our luggage and followed her. Me and my sister got the same room. Gosh, I cannot live with Lilly, she's so young, she's getting on my nerves. Somebody, please save me! We unpacked our things, and then went around the house to see the farm, the animals and the people. We met Barney the horseman, he looked funny. And we met Mr. Levy, 'Bart', he was so unattractive to me. Alice told me she had a son called Michael. I would like him. He was coming back from college 2 weeks after we arrived. Oookay, I will probably like your son, but I do NOT like your husband. He is rude and smelly. Are you sure he isn't alcoholic?! I thought so unkind things about Bart.

At dinnertime we ate some strange orange colored chicken. Yuck. But the dessert was pudding with strawberry jam. Yummy, secretly I really liked it.

The next day I woke up at 11 am. Nobody had waken me up. Neither my parents, nor my annoying sister. Oookay, am I in Paradise?! No I wasn't, I realized it when I got out of bed and looked around: hundred-year-old furniture. I went around looking for someone, but I only found Chris the cat in the kitchen. What are you playing with? Gosh, yuck, is it really the head of a chicken? Disgusting kitty.

'Morning, Darling. Did you sleep well?' Alice asked behind my back. I turned around like she was a ghost.

'Ah' I sighed. 'I did. Where's everybody? Why didn't anybody wake me up? I thought I'd have to wake up at 6 am and hang around the animals…' I was confused.

'Ah, that's sweet' Alice laughed. Hey! What's so funny now? I just said a thing… hey. Hey. Are you okay? 'Well, look. You don't have to do anything. I would like you to do what you do because you would kinda like to and not because somebody told you to do it…' she smiled. WHAT?! Ooookay, am I in Paradise, once again?

'Your dad's out for a walk with Lilly, and your Mom's off to the market, trying to sell the eggs we'd gathered this morning.' Nice. So they left me here on my own. What should I do?

First I had breakfast. - Pancakes with honey. Yummy. They are not so dropped off as I thought they were in the country… I smiled. - Then I had a shower, and put on some make-up. OMG, I was in the lands, nobody cares about make-up! Who knows?! I was hanging around the house all the day. Playing with Dougie, the dog, and watching those funny bunnies.

The third morning I didn't care about make-up anymore.

I spent two weeks this way, helped Alice with the house things, around the animals, and around their huge field. Every evening I was totally tired. What the hell, I'm feeling so good here. Where is that metropolitan girl now?? I don't miss my friends. Are they really my friends? I don't think so anymore… well, hello, new me. I like you!

And then… I can clearly remember. It was a black Sunday. Rainy and cold. I was so moody, sitting in the room wishing nobody was there. But everybody was there. So I went out to find an empty room. And I heard some noise. I screamed 'Somebody's here, help, a burglar ' Silly me. Who would break into a farmer house?? At worst to rob some animals, but well, what would they find in the house?? So. Alice ran out and told me to calm down, it was only his son, Michael. I looked out trough the window, and I saw the sunshine, and the clear sky. What happened till I was regretting? A young, handsome black man was standing beside a van, getting his baggage out of the car. He had a lot bags.

'Mike, hey, Mike, Gosh, Mike has arrived, Bart, Mike is here! Mike! Mike!' Alice was almost crying. Well, if he is Michael, then he is her son. If he is her son, I'll eat my nonexistent hat! Alice is one of the whitest woman I've ever seen. And Michael is… different. Well, let's say: his skin is brown. Like milk-chocolate. Maybe he's adopted? I saw something different I'd never seen before. A boy with feelings, his sensibility was written on his face.

Haha, silly you. You've thought I fell in love at the first sight. But certainly not. I was so far from it. I saw it for the first time: he preferred boys. I wondered if her mom knew it. I thought so. It was visible on him. He was wearing a checked shirt, a Stetson and jeans. Well, and dirty white sneakers.

'Hi Dear, welcome home again!' Alice cried, and hugged him strongly. 'I missed you so much son, how are you, tell me everything about your first college year, I want to know everything!'

'Okay Mom, but let me take a breath' he laughed. Okay. Finally something funny they are laughing at. 'And introduce your guests!' he smiled at me. What a cute smile it was!

'Oh, sorry Dear, and sorry McCiens. I just… oh Mike, I missed you sooo much!' Alice hugged him again.

'These are the McCiens. 4 guests for two months. They are very useful.' Thanks Bart. We love you too.

'Okay, so… She's Mrs. McCien. Can he call you in your first names?' We nodded. 'She is Angelica. He is James.' My dad waved. 'This is Lilly.' My sis ran to him and hugged his legs. He was smiling shyly; oh Lilly, what a little crawler. 'And this is…'

'I'm the older McCien girl, hi. I've heard a lot about you.' I held my hand out.

'Hi. Looking forward to know you better!' He smiled.

And it just happened. After dinner. We went for a little walk, to talking. And we got back 7 hours later, it was already getting dawn. We were just talking and walking. It was a hot summer night, we didn't feel cold. Walked in the nearby forest, played like ten- year-old kids, running trough flowering fields, and he gave me a bunch of sunflowers. It's one of my favorite flowers.

I felt good. He started to talk about himself. He was 19, adopted, studying to become a psychologist. - And homosexual.

And I talked about myself: I was 17, still in high school, messed up with my family. And single.

And in two weeks I started to kinda love him. It's impossible. I can't. But I'd like to. But I mustn't. But I'd really like to! Easy to know you can't. But so hard to act like who knows it.

And there were no friends I could tell it.

'Mom I gotta tell you something!' I decided to tell her.

'It's okay, with great pleasure!' She smiled.

'What?' I didn't understand.

'We brought you here with great pleasure!'

'Okay, but I didn't want… never mind. Thanks!' This was my worst decision ever.

On the Tuesday of the 5th week my phone rang while me and Michael were feeding the rabbits. (A few days ago little rabbits had been born. They were so… small. And hairless.)

'This is my phone' I muttered.

'I can hear it. Why don't you answer it?'

''Cause I don't know who would be calling me…'

'Friends?!' He looked strangly at me. I got shy.

'Sure' I took a look on the screen. 'M e l a n y' it said. She used to be my best friend. That time she was 'who the hell'....

'Yeah?' I answered. I heard nervous panting.

'Where the hell are you?' She asked. I didn't answer. 'I need you right now. Come over with pajamas ASAP!' she hung up.

'Who was it?' Mike asked.

'My ex-best friend.' I shrugged my shoulders.

'What did she want? - Do you want a carrot?' I held my hand out and started to bite the beet. 'Me' I said carelessly.

'You?' He smiled, and seemed to be interested.

'To be at her house. Right now. As soon as possible. We haven't talked for 5 weeks…' We kept doing our things. An hour later my phone rang again.

'Okay Sweetie, I'm getting angry. WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?' She shouted.

'Out of town. I'll be back in 4 weeks. That's the soonest I can hang out with you. But the last school day was the last time I wanted to do it.'

'I'll kick the crap out of you' the line went busy.

'Nice girl' Michael added.

'I thought so…'

We went for a walk. I loved that place. Piece and quiet. The fields, those little hills, those talks with Mike. The air had a sweet smell, like boiled corn or perfume. But it was the odour of nature.

When the 2 months ended, I was totally in love. It was hard to say goodbye, and I knew nobody would wait for me back in town. I didn't know what to feel, say, or do.

My heart was blue for Michael, and it was broken because of the farewell… the worst moment of my life.

He looked so sad. I love you. I love you so much. I don't want to leave you. These were the only things I could think about. My eyes got filled with tears.

'I want to talk to you. Maybe the last time in our life…' he asked me to go a bit away from our parents. 'Thanks for everything. I don't know anyone else, who can understand me like you. I have to say it out loud: I love you. Though you are a girl. I think it's something like you'd also love me if I was a girl. Or not. Never mind. I've fallen in love. And my only wish was that I wanna kiss you. So…' I was shocked. By astonishment. And by endless happiness. 'Can I?' I never thought he could be that outspoken. He had been so shy.

I nodded. And it just happened. I promised to myself I wouldn't kiss anyone else ever again. After a long kiss I looked at him with tears watering my cheeks.

'I love you too.' I whispered. But I had to go, my dad turned on the car.

We didn't say goodbye.

I hadn't kissed anyone for 3 years. I didn't want to look at boys; the only one was Michael for me.

And then, at my 20th birthday party, with my new friends, in my new life (I started it in that summer) I couldn't believe my eyes. I was dancing with Chloe, my best friend, and then looked at the front door by accident. And I got shocked.

He was standing there; he was wearing a black jacket, black pants and boots. He looked like a very bad guy. A gangster. I screamed, my eyes went tearful, and I ran to hug him. Like I was never gonna let him go again.

And well, that's it. I haven't. On my 27th birthday we got married, and now we have two beautiful children: Mike, and Vanessa.

He told me my parents had invited him, 'cause I seemed I was never gonna love a boy again. And I asked him if he had a girl-or-boyfriend after me. He had. A boy. But he was always thinking about me; every day and night. And he had a cute, shyly smile when I told him I hadn't had anyone. But I didn't tell him my promise. Maybe he found it out.

Well, if you don't believe in love. Or don't believe that everything is possible. Listen to me: let's dream! I promise to you, in your dreams you will always get what you want! If you wanna be sad, you will. If you wanna be a billionaire, you will. And if you wanna be the wife of a homosexual guy, and have two common children, then well… you will!