Wake.

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"Eren Antonio! Wake up. I need you to run to town and get some bread and eggs!" My mom yells from the downstairs of our large farmhouse.
I scramble to my feet to escape the wrath of my mom, a short, heavyset woman with her father's temper,"Okay Mom! Let me get my jacket!" I grab my black jacket off the hook on the back of my bedroom door, throw it on, and sprint down the stairs, "Okay. You need bread and eggs?"
"Yes, Eren. And I want you back here in no more than five minutes. Any later, and you scrub coal dust out of the basement for a month. You understand?"
I pick my four wheeler keys up off the counter and move towards the door,"Yes Ma. I understand." And with that, I'm out the door and on my father's large Suzuki KingQuad four wheeler, dust flying behind me as I speed towards the small gas station in the middle of town.

[Author's note]
From time to time, points of view will switch. They will be marked as so.

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