Survivours

Applejack sat up in bed, her eyes wide and sweat pouring down her face. Her eyes darted around her room. It was quiet and the only sound that could be heard was the tapping of rain on the blondes bedroom window.

Autumn was not the best time of year. It was a few days before Applejacks 18th birthday, she didn't really care for her birthday as it was not as important as helping out on her families farm. 'Sweet Apple Acres' it was called. Applejack cared for it dearly.

Applejack was 17 years old. She had glowing; emerald eyes and silky; straw coloured hair as well as the small white freckles that adorned her small cheeks. Her voice represented that of a cowgirl. When Applejack wasn't in bed she would be wearing her signature stetson. The one that her father had given her when the blonde had won an apple bobbing competition.  She was around 6 or 7 years old, yet the hat had zero scratches visible.

Her mother and father had passed away long ago, but Applejack still had her little sister; big brother and granny to take care of her, as well as her friends. Applejack preferred to be with her friends as they had more fun adventures, although, if any dire circumstances were to come across Applejack would stick with her family. She did have other family members, but they were spread across the world, looking after their own families and caring for their own orchards and farms, other than that, the family she lived with, was the only close family she had left.

She only had little time left, till that family bond was torn and separated...