How it all turned out...and chapter 7 of RD

The trip went great! The museum showed that RD was really accurate! In those times, Texas really advertised that they wanted people to settle there for jobs and farming, so Rachel in fact is very accurate, without me knowing it.
I'll renew the "How accurate is Rachel Dustwater" poll, and add a new one, for here is finally chapter 7 of Diary of Rachel Dustwater!

December 3, 1876
I shivered as a cold gust of wind woke me up from my sleep. I knew that the winter weather was coming in.
I longed for the warmth of Houston as I sat with my blanket thrown over my head.
I lowered the blanket in front of my face and looked at Ma, who had just woken up when another gust of wind came.
“M…M…Ma,” I said in a shaky voice. “Did you P….pack a coat for us?” “Yes,” said the warm voice of Ma which melted the coldness out of me. “I’ll get it for you.”
She carefully laid the blanket on top of the still sleeping Pa and grabbed a coat for me.
“He sleeps like a rock,” said Ma, who smiled and laughed. “Yeah,” I said and I smiled back at her.
“Stand up,” said Ma to me. I stood up and slipped on the coat.
Even more warmth spread over my body. I felt wonderful!
“Ma, we’re already down to our last piece of bread,” I said nervously
“Well, I guess we’re going to have to find a market sooner or later,” said Ma as she rolled her eyes at this news. “I told your Pa that it wasn’t enough food, but he didn’t listen to me.”
“Shouldn’t we get going then,” I told Ma in a face that made it seem obvious.
And we were gone!
Pa finally woke after one of the horses neighed loudly. With Pa awake it made the ride even more fun!
But soon that fun wore off as I opened and closed my locket, with nothing else to do.
Then the dreaded words came out of my mouth, “I’m bored!”
Ma and Pa slowly turned their heads toward me and their faces, their faces were not angry, but in a surprised sort of way.
“Well, we were going to stop at your cousin Ella’s,” said Pa slowly. “But her house is up ahead,” said Ma, a smile slowly accruing on her face.
They took a pause.
I waited curiously. So were we stopping there or not?
“We’re going to cousin Ella’s house tomorrow!” Yelled Ma and Pa together.
I was no longer bored.
I chanted, “I’m going to Ella’s! I’m going to Ella’s,” until I slowly fell asleep.

I apologise for not writing Rachel for awhile (as mentioned in last post), it's just that I needed a break. Now, I'm ready for action! I promise I'll start writing it at least this week.

Keep on writing,
Chrissy