His Aphrodite And Her Revenge Saga

His Revenge

By Vicky Amy

Chapter 1

Fayette, Ohio.

The ray of sunlight hit her on the face, making her face glow in the morning sun.

"Oh crap," she muttered as she dabbed her arm over her face to block the ray of light.

"Bwak!" The chicken outside clucked.

"Bwok, bwak, bwak, bwak!"

The goats bleated noisily, followed by the chirping of the chicks.

Skylar rolled out of her bed and hit her butt on the wooden floor before giving a small yelp.

She slowly stood up and massaged her butt, plopped on the bed, and then took out her laptop.

She logged in and clicked on her email, crossing her finger and closing her eyes. It finally opened and she opened her eyes but there was no new email.

"This is so bad," she muttered.

After spending three months, surfing the web for job applications. She got no review, not even a darn notice.

The only jobs applicable in the country were, shop keepers, farm girls, coffee makers, waitresses, and many other petty jobs. She freaking went to the only college in the country.

She groaned as she hit her hand on the creaking bed repeatedly.

Taking her shawl from her bedstand, she wrapped it around her neck and splashed warm water on her face.

She rested her arm on the sink and stared at her reflection in the oval mirror.

The mirror had a lot of dents and cracks in it but it wouldn't lie about her reflection.

Beneath her eyes was a sunken side under them, it said that she hadn't been having adequate nights of sleep. There was an alarming zit on her left cheek and she splashed more water on her face.

When she got downstairs, her grandmother was sitting on the old worn-out sofa, drinking hot tea and knitting.

"Morning oma," Skylar called out, "I'm going to get some of those John's orange, they're so juicy," she said.

"Don't forget to feed the chickens, they've been giving me the jitters since last night," she replied.

"Ok."

She walked down the streets, greeting everyone she met with a huge smile plastered on her face.

Soon, she's gonna miss those faces.

Though she was familiar with all the faces, the town, and everyone, she couldn't help but have this feeling of being followed or closely watched.

She walked into the store beside the corner and a small bell rang, indicating someone had just entered.

Maybe she's just overthinking everything.

She held onto her shawl and brought out her crisped note. Taking deep breaths, which felt almost impossible for her, she walked to the counter and grinned at the elderly lady that stayed there.

"Oh hey, Skylar, what can I get for you?" Evelyn asked.

"Those juicy oranges that John showed me yesterday, I want to but those," she said, looking around.

"Are you okay?"

Skylar nodded, "five please."

"That'll be fifteen dollars."

"Geez, that much for five orange?" Skylar asked as she placed her notes on the table.

"They're from the city, and very juicy," Evelyn said and chuckled as she brought out some oranges and put them in a brown bag.

"Thanks," Skylar said as she clutched the brown bag and walked out of the store.

She kept her gaze fixed at her cottage that was at the other side. For some strange reason, everything felt so weird...and wrong.

When she reached the cottage, she hurried to the chicken pen and brought out the huge sac of born and then put it in the large bowl they ate out of.

Seeing the chickens eating the corn and jumping over one another, she closed the door and walked towards the cottage.

"Am back!" Skylar called out as she entered the house and undid her shawl and hung it on the coat racket.

Amaya walked into the living room, with a whisk in her hand and a blue bowl, it was obvious she was about baking.

Amaya was just older than Skylar by three years and had a son. She considered Skylar's home as a second home.

"Where's grandma?" Skylar asked.

"In the kitchen, wanna join?" Amaya offered.

"I'll be back," Skylar said.