Mar 30, 2024 12:28:38 GMT
Bailey Gallagher hated rain storms. She knew she was probably just about the only teenage girl in all of the United Kingdom, if not the whole universe, who probably hated them. To quote a marvel movie, while she was okay with thunder, she wasn't overly found of what followed after it. The young woman didn't know why, probably something traumatizing from when she was little. She also just hated how it disrupted everything - her chores, the cows, her horse, or heck, cutting the lights. Speaking of that, she was scribbling away at her homework when exactly that happened.
An angry sound escaped her - so annoying as she tossed her pen down. That wouldn't be the only thing that would cause her to angrily grown though:
The rain was like sheets, the thunder overhead, the wind howling. How on earth did her parents hear the herd? Granted, those adults had a sixth sense when it came to their herd - Bailey couldn't deny that. She sped walk as fast as she could, wanting to get out of the rain as fast as possible. She got in through the barn doors now, and quickly shut them behind her. Funny. She didn't remember them being open. Hadn't she closed them before that storm came? The cows were shuffling about, making some sounds. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, yet, a few of the herd members under a section of the hayloft seemed more annoyed than the rest.
Bailey frowned, thinking about those plates of her mother's that she so diligently left out safe for today, because of the storm. Granted, all of those plates had been by the house. The young woman traded her usual stomping for sneaking around now, making her way to the ladder and hauling herself up. Once her lantern was perched up top, Bailey eyes were peering from the safety of the ladder, "I know you're out there! Why don't you go on and show yourself!" Watch, it was going to be nothing more than a damn raccoon.
march 2024
Regan Tori Conti
