My New Country(Chapter 2)

After me and mother greeted father guess who decides to appear? If you guessed Martha, then your correct! "Mother! Look at the disrespectful rat up ahead on the road!" she said with that attitude! Martha, her mother, and a really young man was was on a precious little pony as white as snow trotting towards us. It was as if mother didn't here the ignorant comment about me when she said, "You know Martha? Martha Matthews?" "Well, I wouldn't say were best of friends or anything. Yeah, we meet a little down the rode." Mother's eyes shone with excitement. What did she see in that brat? How did she know her? Martha and her companions got closer and closer until..."Molly Jamison? Is that you? Oh my gosh! I haven't seen you in years. Is that you daughter? Her hair is a little like yours!" The girl who looked liked Martha's mother said to my mother. Then, the two woman started chatting and catching up on things. So did father and the other young man. Me and Martha was the only people not communicating! Martha walks up to me. "Hey, I know you! Your the girl that refuses to talk to me. It's okay because I have told Ma all about you and she things you will not speak to me , for, thy is shy or thy has not learned the fresh words which I speak to you with." Anger piles high in my chest. my eyes suddenly tears swell up in my eyes. I fell something about to happen but WHAT? " You brat! You never allow me to speak! You know ABSOLUTELY no manners!" Martha, very surprised about my out tone, walks slightly shifting to one foot to the other. It feels like the world has stopped every pupil was on me. I felt like I was going to cry. "Why did you yell at my daughter, young lady?" Martha's mother questioned. I feel sick and cannot answer with out the fear of puking. It is silent and Martha breaks the ice by crying. "Ma! She has insulted my manners! I do not want to see her again!" then she jumps on the horse. Mother has tears in her eyes."Why? You should of gave her your respect. I am very disappointed." Martha and her family rides behind us very slowly. My family and I ride in a buggy slowly across the dirt paved road. No one says a word. No one is proud of me for standing up to Martha Matthews. No one cares about my bravery or her meanness. It just feels like the world is Martha's servant.