The car rolled into the farm and I didn't know what to expect. A cute boy with messed up brown hair walked out of the parked car and straight up to me.
"You live here beautiful?" he asks, plopping down next to me.
"Nice try, but I'm taken." I reply
"Is that so?" he asks, a smile at his lips.
"Yes," I reply, matter of factly, "by Tony Barker, I'm Naomi Crokkett, by the way," I add, pausing, "and you ain't gonna survive a month in sugar grove."
"And why is that?" he asks, still barely smiling.
"The last british boy who came up died ten days after he moved in."
"How?" he questions, the smile gone from his lips.
"He fell off a bridge."
"Well, don't you worry, because I'm not going to fall off any bridges."
"Some say he jumped because he was bullied, others say the bullies pushed him."
"What do you believe, what did his parents think?"
"I think he jumped, the people in this town are mean, but not that mean. His parents of coure, wouldn't believe their child would kill themself. So they hated everyone in town, and moved after about a month. Your family is the first to move into their house."
"I think I'll survive." he declares
