Remembering Clifton (Harry Styles)

Good Morning Tennessee

Ellie's three story house was shared by her mother, grandparents, older brother and her. She had her own room so the clutter was never a problem. Along her neatly painted yellow walls hung oil paintings of flowers and green fields, all product of her mother's one track mind. She did altough, enjoy her nearly perfect view from the bedside window, overlooking the creek that flowed just beyond the house gate, every now and then you could spot a duck or goose floating around.

This morning was no different, the entire yard was full of chatter from birds and bugs as the sun peaked up from it's rest. It must've been close to 6:30, and Ellie had a lot of arons to run that morning. Promptly, she turned on the radio and got up to wash her face . "Gooooood morning Tennessee, this next song is by our very own southern dreamboat, Mr. Elvis Presley. " As Ellie looked up at her brown eyes and face splotched full of freckles she wondered if she'd ever hear her name on the radio, make it past Clifton.

Dishes were already being done and breakfasf cooked on the level below her, while she braided back her bleach blonde curls and wrapped them around her head with pins. Swapping out her night gown to the tune of Elvis she hastily slipped into a mint green dress and white hat and gloves before heading downstairs.

As usual Ellie's mother had tens of questions and concerns for her and her family over breakfast, all to which she'd simply nodd and mumble. Today she would play her personal servant around town. "Ellie-Jane."
"Yes."
"Ellie-Jane I asked you if you needed me to repeat myself."
"No mama I heard you. " the young girl rolled her eyes and continued with the plate of eggs and sausage that lay on the table before her while talk around the table carried on. "Ellie-Jane Blue, do not roll your eyes at me!"
"Sorry."
"Now be on your way, " her mother continued, sliding me plate away from her. "Mama!"
"Oh you've eaten enough already!" Fighting and tiffs weren't unusual in the Lacraux house and Carol the mother was typically the instigator. At 6:30 am she sat at the table nails painted, curlers on and earrings in.
"Carol," Henry Lacraux, the father, spoke up, waltzing over to Carol's spot at the table, "Leave the girl be, she's growing!" and he planted a kiss on her cheek. Always the water to douse out his wife's flame, he'd come to his daughter's defence yet again.
"Yes and if she keeps eating this way she's gonna grow right out of the dress we just bought her for the tea, and I will not have it!"

"Still going on about that foolish tea, Caroline? "
A delicate, satiny voice spoke up from around the corner making Ellie's heart ease. From around the corner came her grandmother, Judith to put some spice in the meal. Her husband's mum, Judith never got along with Carol, even in the most troubling or happy times. " Carol. Good morning to you too Judith."
"Momma, behave," Henry spoke up, meditating already for the second time that morning. "I'm just saying Henry! The girl is Ms. Tennessee for heaven's sake. Some extra yolk isn't going to cost her a crown!"
"No, but it may cost us another few dollars if we keep going back to buy her a new dress every time she wants seconds at dinner!"
Amongst all the yelling and talk, Ellie found and seized a moment to slip into her shoes, grab her purse and be on her way just as her mother had requested. She didn't have anything to contribute to the argument anyway. And so she began her walk into town.