1. Farm work.

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Mars's notes: This chapter is decent. foul language

Characters in the chapter: Mr. Ryder, the main character, extras.
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I sigh as I slip on my coat and trousers. It's rather cold now that it's winter and the snow has been falling much heavier this year, and the crops need much more attention... We need to clear the snowfall daily and need to check if our tarps have held up against the hard snow. I walk outside and see my manager, Mr. Ryder, he's rather sweet, and he offers good pay. One hundred Lei an hour is good enough for me, but the others tend to complain to him about the pay, but I don't mind since it pays my rent. He smiles and waves sweetly as he sees me walk into the field, I've always been his sweetest worker, he's always been like a father to me as my father had gotten in a Lycan attack a few years back. I recovered from the loss, but I now feel more attached to Mr. Ryder, he was... nine years older than me as I had just barely turned nineteen. Even with my attachment to him, I was becoming tired of working on the farm. Just by working on it, I've lost most of my weight and have gained more strength from ploughing the crops, I can lift at least three buckets of pig feed rather easily. I checked the tarps and scrapped the snowfall off the tops of them, I've always despised having snow absolutely everywhere, and I've hated the winter season entirely for whipping out the crops last year causing us farmers lost of trouble and causes most if the village to starve... besides those damn royals... The Dimitrescu's and the other Lords! They eat good while we have to grow our own food and thrive off the small amount! It's not fair! Those damn Dimitrescu's always get what they want and never show mercy or share! It's unfair to the locals and the people who can't even afford their own homes! "Mr. Ryder?" He looks over at me eyes glistening because he was happy to see me after a long day at work, "Yes dear?" He says with his familiar strong accented voice and sweet tone. "I'm sorry sir but I need to retire from the farm work... my health isn't doing too well and I need to visit some people... thank you for sheltering me all these years" he smiles and nods as he understands me and knows this is for the best, "I hope to see you again Maggie, you've done me wonders these past few years and have kept this far up and running, I thank you greatly..." I smile and wave as I begin to climb over the fence... now worried about where I will be able to find work... but first... I need a break from that, I'll just go see if Auntie Ann will lend me her guest room for a while...

[ONE YEAR TIME SKIP. MARS IS LAZY😎]

I climb out of bed and rub my eyes, still feeling tired... I always hated mornings and it always pisses me off when Auntie Ann wakes me up with her loud ass footsteps while she's getting ready for work... she's been recommending me to Work at the girls home with her but I need a bit of time to figure out what job I truly want to take up... Auntie Ann smiles as she kisses my forehead before wandering into the kitchen to grab her breakfast "hey Maggie!" She calls out... "Don't burn the house down while I'm gone! Also, CLEAN YOUR FUCKING ROOM. IT'S DISGUSTING." She yells... me and Auntie Ann have different views on disgusting... all I have is a bowl and fork on my beside table and a shirt on the floor... she's always been a perfectionist and has hated even the slightest of messes... I sigh and grab a shirt out of my closet as I was only in my undergarments, and my shorts. "Yes Ann! I'll clean it right now!" I call out as I hear her exit the house... The door closes and now I know I'm all alone, I sigh again and slip the shirt on over my head and stick my arms through the arm holes. As I wander around I huff dreading the thought of being completely alone in this spooky ass house... I grab the bowl and fork and then grab the shirt. I toss the shirt in the laundry basket and head down to the kitchen to put the bowl in the sink. As I sit down I look at the daily press, it talks about the girls home that Auntie Ann works at... I think for a moment and sigh knowing this job was probably my easiest and safest option...
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This is the end of the first chapter, it's a bit short due to my lack of ideas and lack of brain cells! Yay!! Anyways, to those who read this please be patient as I tend to get a bit busy at times and cannot write.

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