This is my first submission and I hope people will enjoy reading this. You all may notice several grammatical errors with in the story, and I know you'll probably find those very annoying. I am in desperate need of an editor, and if anyone would like to volunteer for the job, it would be greatly appreciated.
My story is based heavily around the gypsy culture. Not a lot of people really know about them and their strict traditions and morals. There are two main groups populating the UK. They are usually referred to as Romani Gypsies or Irish Traveler's. I figured it would be pretty interesting to read a story about them. If there is anything you'd like to share with me about their culture, please message me. I do not mean to offend anybody, and hope that people realize that this is a work of FICTION.
In the beginning, and especially when the Irish Traveler's (gypsies) talk, you'll notice a lot of weird spelling. I only did that so the readers could imagine what the character's would sound like with their accents. The main female protagonist and any other British person won't have any strange spellings in their words.
At one point, the male protagonist will perform an act called "grabbing" and the female lead. It's a gypsy custom where boys grab girls and pull them aside for a kiss, whether or not a girl is willing to give them one or not. It's usually a sign that the boy likes the girl, and is in no way meant to be offensive. Although, there are cases where boys can be extremely rough (as you will see later on in my story) in this chapter it won't be too bad.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this story. Comments are much appreciated, and I hope to post more soon.
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Traditions
"Oy, Declan, you missed a branch!" someone shouted from below.
Declan took off his safety mask and pushed back his disheveled, black hair. Looking down from the twelve foot ladder he was perched on, he saw his cousin down below staring back up at him.
"Wha' dyou say, mate?" He turned off his chain saw so he wouldn't have to shout over the noise of the machine.
"I said you missed a branch," lifting his head Aidan pointed towards the top of the tree. "Right up thar."
Declan leaned back and looked up at the tree he had been working on for the past hour. He sighed when he noticed the one lone tree limb sticking out from the now perfectly trimmed tree. He'd been trying to get that same branch for past fifteen minutes when he had decided to give up on it. Securing his mask, he hefted his chainsaw in his hand. The ladder he was on was only so tall, and the chainsaw only stretched so far. Pulling at the chord, he revved up his chainsaw and reached for the branch one more time.
"Ahh... Oy, I can't reach it. It's too high." He yelled back down to his cousin.
"Well what are you gona do then?"
Looking back up, he simply shook his head and headed back down. "Fuck it." The branch was too high and it was impossible to reach.
"You're not gona get it?" Aiden came up behind him and steadied the ladder.
He shook his head. "Naw, there's no point."
"Man, if the owner sees it and doesn't pay us our money, I bet you won't be shrugging your shoulder's like you are now."
"He won't notice. Blocks like him never do." Lifting up his saw he walked over to their old, pickup truck and placed it in the back with all their other yard tools.
Aiden looked at his cousin for a moment before shaking his head and turning back to the ladder. "Jimmy," he nodded to his little brother who was patiently sitting on the stoop, "help me with this thing."
Once the ladder and all the other tools were put onto the back of the truck , all three of them walked back up to the house where the owner was waiting. The middle aged man that owned the house was quite short compared to the tall boys who had worked his yard, and had a protruding belly and a bald spot. When the three boys first laid eyes on him, they found the sight of this man quite comical. He had only been wearing a navy blue bath robe when the first arrived at his house. Now, as he emerged from the small home, the owner had taken it upon himself to look more presentable, choosing to wear a light grey sweater and knee length plaid shorts. They didn't dare laugh however, because they knew it would be rude. This man was a new client, and they wanted to make a good impression so he would be more inclined to hire them again.
"Well well boys," he said as he looked around his newly trimmed yard, "looks pretty good. You boys did well." He gave them a small smile.
Declan smiled at this. They had worked exceptionally hard replanting flowers and trimming the yard and surrounding trees. They even went the extra mile by cleaning out the ugly bird bath in the middle of the green lawn. Hopefully, if things went well, they would be recommended to other people in the area.
"We hope that ever'ting is to your liking, Mr. Cumberland."
"Umm," Mr. Cumberland merely nodded, not really paying attention to the boys as he surveyed his lawn.
His response really irked Declan, for he did not like to be ignored. To him, it was just disrespectful to be treated in such a way. Turning back to his two cousins, he gave them a stressed glare and inclined his head to Mr. Cumberland as if to say "Do you see this guy". Knowing how easily annoyed his cousin can get, Aiden place a calloused hand on his shoulder and shrugged. Aiden gave him a look that said "Just let it go."
Turning back to the boys, Mr. Cumberland looked at the boys with confusion for a moment, as if trying to remember why they were still there. After a second, realization hit him and he reached into the back pocket of his ugly shorts and brought out his wallet.
"Well I reckon I'll have to pay you boys for your hard work." He said laughingly as if he just told a joke.
"Well no'ting in life is free." Delcan spoke in a sarcastic tone.
Mr. Cumberland gave him a hard look before handing each of the boys their money. Quickly, Declan counted then recounted his pay.
"Sir, we're supposed to get ten pounds each."
"Yes, that's right."
"Then why'd we only get five?"
Cumberland shrugged. "Because the job wasn't done right." He said in matter-a-fact voice.
This time Aidan spoke up. "What?"
Cumberland sighed and lifted his hand toward the tree Declan had been working on. One lone branch stuck out. "You didn't finish with my tree."
Jimmy jumped in. "The branch is too high. We weren't able to reach it."
"Yes, but I expected to get the job done. I was going to pay ten pounds for a finished job. You boys didn't finish, so you're not getting the full amount."
Declan pinched the bridge of his nose, something he did frequently whenever he was annoyed. "Sir, we understand what yar saying, but we couldn't get the branch and we really need the money. I promise that next time we will have better supplies and will be able to get everything prim and proper the way ya like. But we need money in order to get the supplies. So could ya please pay us?"
"You know, you boys came highly recommended, and I expect nothing but the best." Cumberland grumbled. "So maybe next time, if you get the job done right, I'll pay you the full amount." With that, Mr. Cumberland turned and walked back into his home.
Declan stood there for a few seconds more, clenching and unclenching his jaw. After twenty-two years, he should have been use to the treatment he received from country people. He knew the real reason why he and his cousin's weren't getting paid. It had nothing to do with the fact that they missed a damn branch. It had everything to do with the fact that they were Irish Travelers, gypsies.
