06-14-2011, 01:41 AM
In a small shack on the outskirts of the village, perhaps located too close to the fence, was a woman working outside. She was tending a small garden that was one of the sole providers for the tenants of the shack. All who lived there was the woman and her daughter, Maylee. They had moved to the literal dead outskirts of the village years before. Maylee's mother's beliefs were not common throughout the village and were no longer tolerated by the members of the Convent. Not that either woman cared, they actually preferred to be on their own on the outskirts.
Maylee exited the shack, her clothes still rumpled from sleep. They had limited resources there, so they made use of the few things that they had, using things til they no longer could. Maylee's clothes were an example of this. She wore a simple black tank top and jeans that were faded and patched in many spots. She also wore an old jacket, that might have been slightly too big for her slight figure, the sleeves falling past her fingertips and the hem falling several inches past her hips. Yet it was warm, for chilly times of the year. Her feet supported well-worn boots, probably the item of clothing that was in best shape. They had been a present for her past birthday and she treasured them.
She let her eyes adjust to the bright light of the day, brushing strands of her short reddish-brown hair out of her eyes. Sighing, she looked over at her mother and smiled, glad that she had chosen her over her father. There had never been a moment where she regretted her decision. "Mom, I'm going for a walk," she told the lady, who nodded in response. Maylee was always allowed to do as she pleased. She helped out enough that it didn't matter.
After thinking about if for a moment, she decided to head towards the village, after all, it had been a while since she had been there.
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