Don't be Chicken (on hold)

Three; Meet the Hottie

             The farm was just like I remembered -- There was a small country, blue house in the mist of the bundle of open land. There was a huge, red barn a couple feet from it. A Silo, a chicken coop, another barn.

The land was packed with equipment and buildings. It looked quite peaceful actually. The whole area looked relaxing, I imagined my summer as stress-free and Hakuna Matata.

       The lion king was an amazing movie, anyone who knew me knew I was a sucker for Disney.  Heck, I even have underwear with Disney on them. Better yet, my underwear consisted of striped patterns and poka-dots. 

As soon as I exited the car and stepped in the heat I was thankful that I wore shorts and a tee. The air smelled strictly of cows and heated hay, not the most pleasant smell but it could've  smelled worse. 

"Dusty!!" Grandma Jo screamed suddenly. She was waving her hands at a girl I only recognized from pictures. Her hair was up in a high ponytail - one that made her look alien-like. She could pull off the look though. She wore sunglasses, shades darker than her tanned skin. My skin was tan, but probably resembled a polar  bear compared to Dusty's. 

Dusty turned around sharply, it looked like she was trying to escape a welcoming. "Hey" She muttered. She started to walk towards us. I put up my hand to wave, a small smile spreading across my face. 

     To say it was awkward was a understatement.

"I haven't seen you in forever!" She jumped, over exaggerating slightly. I offered a hesitant smile.  I probably looked like a confused albino person that knew not how to talk to people. 

Luckily Grandma spoke up, "Dusty, could you help Karman carry her stuff to the guest bedroom? Then give her a tour of the area, we don't want her getting lost in this mess" Grandma laughed while Dusty looked genuinely pissed. She resembled a angry ogre that accidentally got some eggshell in her Omelet. 

"Sure G-ma." She rolled her eyes in a certain way of annoyance. It sort of bothered me - the way she flipped her hair and rolled her eyes. It reminded me of something Regina George would do. This defiantly wasn't the same girl I knew when we were 10, that was for sure.

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            I unloaded my suitcases in a empty room with just a spring bed and flowery, striped wallpaper. The window seals looked mildly packed with grim but that feature made it feel more at home.  There was 5 windows in the room, all of which had a marvelous view. I personally favorited the view of the pond with cattails and lily pads, I silently wondered if I would get a chance to swim - heck, I would need it with this frequent heat. 

Dusty showed me around the house next, she started with the basic rooms like the kitchen and the living area. I'd have to say; the whole house was decorated in a way that a western movie would be.  It was home for the next 3 months, I might as well except that now.

                The outside was just as beautiful with birds flying over my head and the trees swaying from side to side. The air was unlimitedly fresh and full, I could never get enough of it. 

         Standing on the front porch I could see for miles, clear fields of grazing cows and hay bails. Two red barns were to my right - the red was so dark yet so lively, it made me think of red blood cells.  The same tire swing I used to play on was still attached to the tree and chickens were furiously peaking at the dirt by their coop.