The Color Yellow

By Arras Ann Patterson

After the book 2023
Abbigal Lucille Davis went on to work less on her pageant career and more on her musical career. Today Abby is twenty-eight and works in her newlymade theater in Boston along with her husband Reed Havens and two children six year old Lily and and four year Edd. When Abby was twenty-two she started The Color Yellow Foundation which helps kids with physical and mental disabilities have fun with sports and even join sport teams. Abby and her family reside in New Jersey along with three horses and two dogs.
Hillary Davis eventually remarried to Simon Lugar and is a speaker for The Color Yellow Foundation. Hillary prefers to keep her age hidden but with her new husband came his twelve year old son Fisher. Hillary, Simon and Fisher all live together in Colorado with their one cat, Hugo.
Hailee Rombart and Nicole stayed best friends their entire life. Hailee is thirty-three years old and has never married. She says she is too busy for that kind of lame thing. Hailee spends most of her time working on designing clothing lines or spends it in Paris which she calls, The most beautiful city in the world. Hailee lives in the heart of New York City with three pet turtles and one cat.
Nicole Marie Davis has gone back every single year to the Arizona golfing tournament. And four years ago she got first place. Thirty-two year old Nicole has since retired from professional golfing but still plays every Sunday with her husband and two sons and daughter.
Nicole met Daniel Frost when he first was a competitor and as Daniel says, She was the most beautiful person there. I knew I loved her. Nicole and Daniel married April 26th, 2014 and had Christopher Thomas November 30th, 2015, Suzanne Edi July 19th, 2017 and Marcus James April 11th, 2020. Eight year old Chriss favorite pastime is playing football with his dad or riding his bike. Six year old Suzie loves to play with dolls and hang out with her friends. Marcus loves to do anything with his mom. He especialy loves to bake cookies and is an expert three year old chef.
Nicole and her family reside in the same small town in Arizona Nicole grew up in. I never have remembered that day, Nicole says, Maybe it is because I dont want to remember. I am happy with my life now and I dont need that day to make me happy. Once a month I visit my dads grave alone. I tell him what is happening with the kids and whats going on in life. I usually sit in silence with him. I like to find peace by being near him. I never have brought myself back to Steves Golf Hut. It closed down about ten years ago, but was never torn down. I hope one day I can go back there, just not yet. I have had a few health issues since the accident but mostly minor ones, nothing life threatening. Nicole never has regained her sight.
About three years ago, I was asked to do a talk for a local radio station. Here are a couple of the questions:
Q. Do you still golf?
A. I no longer golf professionally but I still golf all the time.
Q. Did you ever go back to the place of the accident?
A. No I never went back. There are too many bad memories there.
Q. What is your life like now?
A. My life is very hectic now, especially raising three kids under nine. I learned to adjust pretty well.
Q. When you say adjust, what do you mean?
A. I had to learn how to make dinner and do chores. I also learned how to figure skate, and paint, and even take photographs. It was not an easy transition for any of that.
Q. If you could go back and change one thing in you life, what would it be?
A. I would change the day my father died. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time. There is so much I wish I could reverse or change. I wish I had more time with my Dad or could see my mom one last time or tell Abby not to go on that bike when she was sixteen and she broke her arm. I wish I could change the past, but its too late. I have this saying, Life is us. It is different and difficult. It is happy and sad. It is

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 31, 2014
• ISBN: 9781493149391

Arras Ann Patterson

Arras Ann was only fourteen years old when she started writing The Color Yellow. She has always made up stories for her younger brother and sisters and soon turned one of her stories into the book called The Color Yellow. She has continued to write and plans to release her next book within the year. Arras Ann lives in Ohio with her mother, father, two younger sisters, younger brother and lots and lots of pets.

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Copyright © 2014 by Arras Ann Patterson.

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

AFTER THE BOOK 2023

DEDICATED TO MOM, DAD, GRANDPA, GRANDMA, ASHLEY, ALLYSON, AND JACOB

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This story contains strength, perseverance, and triumph.

CHAPTER 1

NICOLE

Life is us. It is different and difficult. It is happy and sad. It is mourning and rejoice. Life is a part of us, and so we must take what is thrown at us and face it with a smile.

I know some people see golf as this boring old sport that no one enjoys, but if you took the chance to know it, you would see how amazing golf is. I love golf, I always have! Ever since my father took me out on the green when I was three years old, I have loved it. It was no surprise that I was amazing at it too, not to brag. And I am a shoe in for this year’s golf tournament; I train hard for it every year. I live in Freemont, Arizona, so it is never too cold to do it. But on June 7th, 2003, I decided to go golfing with my father. Why not? It had always been fun. And then my father missed the ball and hit me instead. He always told me not to get too close. He was so worried something would happen, and it did.

My mother has never enjoyed golf. She always wanted me to be a beauty queen like she imagined, so she was naturally disappointed that I loved golf more. But she knew I loved it so she let me do it with my father. My mother had nothing to complain about though. My little sister, Abigail Lucille Davis was born just four years after me. So my mother lived out her dreams through Abby instead. Abby is prettier anyway. She has long beautiful wavy blond hair and green eyes. My hair is just brown sticks; just medium length brown straight hair and green eyes. I would never win a pageant looking like me, not that I ever would want to. I always loved golf. Abby is seven and I am eleven. My name is Nicole Marie Davis and this is my story.

Nicole, are you ready to go golfing? Dad calls out to me.

Yes, just a moment, I’m going to tell Hailee bye. I yell back from my room.

Hailee Rombart is my best friend in the whole entire world. We have been best friends since we were both 5 years old when we moved here because my mother hated the cold Vermont winter, plus my father and I could golf more. I was talking to Hailee on the phone. I quickly told her good bye, hung up the phone, and looked around my beautiful room. I made half of the things in here. I helped pick out the sunflower yellow color for the walls, and my dad and I picked out the white furniture and yellow and green beanbag chair in the corner. I made my own bedspread too and it took a long four months. But I love the yellow flowers all over it. In case you couldn’t tell my favorite color is yellow. I love all beauty that can come out of yellow, especially sun yellow. After I told Hailee bye, I ran down stairs to see Dad.

I’m ready to go, Dad, I say as I grab my golf shoes and meet him at the door. My dad was grabbing his glasses case from the counter. As always, his brown hair is falling in front of his eyes. Mom has always wanted him to cut it shorter.

Great! Hillary, we’re leaving," he calls out to my mother grabbing both of our clubs.

I still don’t understand why you both love golf so much. It’s so peculiar, my mother says coming into the room.

My parents are near opposites in the way they dress and act. My dad always wears sweater vests and jeans, even to his work. My mom, however, always wears the nicest dress she can find and will always keep an up-to-date style. She also usually has her long curly blond hair in a ponytail or bun. She loves strict rules and specific times, and Dad hates rules and strict anything. Sometimes I wonder why they even married.

Because, Mom, there is almost nothing more exciting than seeing yourself get a hole in one, and you know you did it all yourself, I say satisfied with my answer to her.

So is winning a beauty pageant. And that is a lot less dangerous. I mean, you have got such a beautiful face darling. I just don’t want you to waste it out in the sun all day at a golf game.

My mother is always trying to get me back into beauty pageants again. But before I can answer though, my father does for me.

Oh, Hillary, I have told you before. Golf is not dangerous; it is a very relaxing sport.

Yes, you say that until you make my daughter have brain damage with one of your accidents. I didn’t like mom talking like that. She is the type of person that always thinks the worst is going to happen.

While I was waiting in the hospital after my accident, I remembered Mom said this. To this day I wonder if by her saying this, that maybe she knew the future, even if she didn’t understand it then either. I wondered about a lot of things in the hospital, but this one thought has always been in the back of my mind.

Mom, I’ll be fine and we need to go now, otherwise we might not get a good golf cart. I try to reassure her.

All right, but remember, you two be careful please, she answers and kisses my forehead good-bye.

I’ll take care of her, my father calls back.

When my father and I head to the car, I have the sudden urge to see her again before I leave, but I shrug it off thinking I would see her when I get home.

One of my greatest regrets in life is not seeing my mom that one last time. If I could go back and change that day, I wouldn’t change my accident, too much good has come out of that, but I would change seeing my mom that one last time, and telling her I love her.

My father and I arrive at Steve’s Golf Hut in Casa Grande, Arizona at about 7:45AM and I know we will likely be here all morning.

All right, let’s get started now sweetheart, my father says heading toward the building to sign in.

Ok Dad, I’m going to grab the clubs, I call back to him and run back to the car. I grab our golf clubs and head up to see him waiting behind an old guy, probably in his seventies,