Stay with the Group rough draft

Stay with the Group.

Lyn rubbed her eyes. “Ugh why did we have to come here again?”

“Because you signed up for it as part of the community service program.” Amy leaned against the post and smiled at her. “I mean it isn’t so bad. Fresh open air. Blue skies.”

“The smell of manure.” Lyn snorted. “At least I hope that is what the smell is. We are on a farm after all.”

Amy giggled. “All I smell is blueberries. Though I guess a little manure here and there might help in the growing process.” She jumped to her feet. “Now stop looking so down and enjoy yourself.”

“Right. . .”

“Okay everyone.” A man in a jacket walked to the head of a small crowd. “I thank you all for joining us on our monthly communiny service group. And so does Mr. Grayson.” The elderly gentalman took a small bow. “Today you will be helping out on one of the largest blueberry farms in the state, maybe even the country.”

Mr. Grayson laughed. “Don’t flatter us. The country? We wish.”

“Well even so if this farm wasn’t around there wouldn’t be any blueberry products for us to enjoy. And as part of the community service project we are all here to pitch in.” He turned to Mr. Grayson. “So just give us our orders and we will see them done.” He smiled at the others. “I will see you all later. Good luck and listen well to Mr. Grayson.” He took a bow before walking away.

Mr. Grayson chucked as he walked to the head of the small group. “Well I am happy to have the help. I have one big rule though. Stay away from the blueberry fields. That is for the workers only. And don’t eat anything that we don’t approve for you either.” He narrowed his eyes. “Do you youngings understand?”

Lyn arched an eyebrow. “What is talking about?”

“I don’t know.” Amy laughed. “Good thing I brought my own lunch. I don’t need some old geazer to approve my food from.”

“Right. . .”

“Okay everyone.” The two girls snapped their attention back to the old man. “I know it doesn’t sound fun but your job for the day will be helping to package our blueberries into the cans and bags before they are shipped out.”

“Ughhh.”

“Gross.”

“That is fucking borring.”

Mr. Grayson slammed his hand against the post. “You all listen here. Packging up the blueberry procuts is a prestious job around here. You are all lucky to have it.” He snorted. “Don’t make me regret giving it to you.” He pointed at a nerby barn. “Now head in there and meet up with Brian. He will give you further instructions.”

The others groaned as the walked toward the barn. “This is bull shit.”

“Ya. I wish we could have gone and worked at the hosbital. That would have been fun.” They all lagughed.

Lyn grabbed Amy’s arm. “Hey what are you doing?”

“Keep your voice down.” She pulled Amy behind the barn. “Good no one saw us.”

“You know we need to keep with the others Lyn. We could get into a lot of trouble!”

Lyn crossed her arms, arching an eyebrow as she stared at the younger lady. “I don’t really care. I want to do something exciting, not put random blueberry products into fucking crates. I know this is community service but that just seems extra fucking borring!”

“But. . .”

Lyn put her fingers to her friends lips. “Come on. There has to be something fun around this place. Don’t you want to go and find it?”

“But that Mr. Grayson fellow said we should stay away from the blueberry fields. And this place is mostly blueberry fields. Where are we going to go?”

Lyn laughed. “When did we ever listen to people like that hmm?” She turned her head and looked at the nerby fence. “Besides I really want to know why we can’t go out there.” She grabbed Amy’s arm. “Come on!”

“Hey!” Amy gulped. “I hope you know what you are doing.”

Lyn walked up to the gate. “Of course I do. When have I ever steered you wrong?” She tapped the wooden gate with her finger. “Locked tight. But good thing they didn’t expect people to just. . .” She vaulted over it. “Hehe. There. Not so bad.” She dusted herself off and looked back at Amy. “Well are you coming?”

“I umm. . .”

She put her hands on her hips. “Come on! This is going to be ten times more fun then whatever they are up to in that barn. Now let’s get a fucking move on!”

Amy slowly made her way across the gate, stumbling for a moment before falling onto her face on the other side. “Oww.”

Lyn giggled. “Well we are off to a great start don’t you think?” She extended out her hand. “Now come on. We are burning daylight.”

“What are you talking about?” She took Lyn’s hand and grunted as Lyn helped Amy to her feet. “It is barely past noon.”

“Well we have an entire farm to explore. It will take ages you know that right?” Amy’s eyes widdend. “Well maybe not ages but you know.” Lyn giggled as they made their way into the blueberry field rows. “Still I really want to know what is going on here. Espcially after Mr. Grayson got a bit. . . secretive back there.” She rubbed her hands together. “We could find out something very juiciy about our states blueberry production. Imgagine what story we could go back and write about.”

“You always think there is some kind of conspersecy when we go to these places Lyn. It is just a blueberry farm. What could be the big deal.” Amy grabbed a blueberry off one of the nerby bushes. “Besides when have you every been right? Hmm?” She began to munch on the berry.

“I umm. . . I was almost right about the musuam charging people on the side. They say they are free but they really aren’t are they!”

Amy rolled her eyes. “A vending machine isn’t some master plan to steal your money Lyn.”

“I never said it was.” Lyn arched an eyebrow. “Did you notice that sign before?”

“What sign?” She moaned. “Oh god these blueberries are fucking decious. . .” She licked her lips. “You have to try one.”

“One second Amy. I want to—”

Amy turned around and plucked another blueberry from the bush. “No really. Try one!”

Lyn laughed. “Okay, okay.” She took one out of Amy’s hand. “Only if it will let me read that sign.” Amy nodded her head. “Good.” She tossed it into her mouth, her tastebuds instantly expoding. “Holy fuck! I have never tasted blueberries this good.” She moaned. “It dons’t just taste like fucking berries.”

“I know right! It is like a party in my mouth. Steak! Pizza. Soda. What don’t these things do?”

“Quick get some more!” Amy did as she was told. “We have to bring them back for the others.”

“Why?” Amy licked her lips. “We have an entire field to ourselves and hours until we have to go back.” She giggled. “We can just enjoy ourselves.” She began to go down the row, picking more blueberries. “Come on. We should get more. Not only for now, but for weeks to come.”

Lyn took a moment to gaze at the sign. “But I. . .” She shook her head. “I am coming. Just give me a second to read what is on this sign.” She picked another blueberry and tossed it into her mouth as she read. “To our vauled employes. Please resist from eating the blueberries. They are just for show for any inspectors that come to check out the farm. You all know what would happen to you if you decide to eat our wonderful blueberries before they are processed. I am sure you don’t want to become part of the blueberry making family now do you. So DO NOT EAT!”

“Umm what the hell does that mean?” She swolloed another blueberry. “Hmm strange.”

“Oh my god you are still back here.” Amy rushed up to Lyn. “Seriously and you call me slow.”

Lyn blinked her eyes. “Umm Amy. . .”

“Do I really have to go and get all these wonderful blueberries on my own. Because if I do I will eat them all on my own you know. I don’t need your help.” She put her hands on her hips.

“Amy. . .” Lyn gasped as she watched her friends face turn blue. “You umm. . . got something on your face.”

“Oh I do?” She used her shirt to wipe away what she thought was blueberry juice around her lips. “Did I get it?”

Lyn gulped as her neck turned blue. “No. No you did not.”

“Well could you pass me a napkin or something than? Then I could clean up for more—”

“Amy you are fucking blue. Blue you hear me!” Lyn took a step back. “Is this what the sign meant by don’t eat? Just what is happening?”

“What are you talking about? I am not blue.” She ate some more blueberries. “I feel perfectly fine.”

Lyn gulped as she watched her friend slowly turn blue. “You don’t. . . you know what. Stay here and enjoy those blueberries. I am going to go and. . . get some more. Okay.” She turned around. “Just stay right here.”

“Now you are talking.”

Lyn hurried off. “Just don’t move your blue ass.”

“Huh?” Amy looked at her hands. “Oh my god! What happened to me! Lyn!”

Lyn stopped in her tracks. “You have been turning blue from the blueberries.” Amy dropped the berries at once. “I was trying to tell you but you wouldn’t listen.”

“But that is insane. Blueberries can’t do this.” She pointed at Lyn. Your nose. You are turning blue too.”

Lyn rubbed her nose. “Well fuck. This is just great.”

“I knew we should have stayed with the group. This is your fault!” Amy snorted. “We are going to get into so much trouble for this!”

Lyn waved her hands about. “Now stay calm. We are going to be fine.” She paced back and forth. “Now then. I am sure it’s just some kind of alergeic reaction. If we go back and talk to Mr. Grayson he can give us the antidoe or something to deal with it. No big deal.” She laughed. “So let’s get going. Amy?”

Amy rubbed her belly. “It isn’t just blue skin.” She pointed at her swollen belly. “Something else is going on.”