"Why did we even buy a farm?" I asked my father as he pulled the truck onto the bumpy dirt road that supposedly lead to our fantastic new house.
"Because darling," My father explained,"It has always been my dream."
"So!" I grumbled, "Why can't we just own the farm and still live in Burrowsville?"
"It's too far of a drive sweetie. I don't feel like driving for two hours just to get to my farm and have to leave four hours later to get home and make you dinner."
"Yeah, but you'll take your daughter away from her friends," I mumbled as the car creaked to a stop.
We pulled upfront of an old but decent looking house. The siding needed a touch up and the porch didn't look that sturdy but it was fine. The only thing I didn't like about it was that it wasn't our old three bedroom, two story house. My fathers car door slammed and he went to get the bags. I scoffed as I noticed him motioning for me to come help.
I hopped out of the car and examined the land. There was a small barn not far from the house, a little shed beside it, a hens house with hens already inside, and a huge field of corn. I examined the cornfield more closely and noticed that there was a;ready stalks and stalks of corn. Than I noticed it. The scarecrow.
It's head sagged and it's body was barbed to the stand. He looked all worn out. His straw hat had millions of tiny holes in it, his clothes were completely stained. Also, his patches looked like they would fall off any minute and his stuffing would pour out.
"Hello! Megan!" My father called bringing from the pitying sight that was the scarecrow the family who had lived here had left behind.
Actually, it had seemed like they left everything behind. Like they just picked up and left, for no reason. I helped my father unpack the car but when we got inside I just dropped my suitcases and bags to the floor and informed my father of what I was going to do.
The screen door slowly closed behind me and I entered the corn field. It was just at the brink of getting dark but I could still see my way through and where I had entered from, but no scarecrow. Than I heard rustling in the maze of corn. Nothing was there, I started moving faster. Than the rustling began to pick up and so did my running until something grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. I screamed until I recognized my own fathers face.
"You scared the life out of me!" I screamed, trying not to cuss.
"Sorry. But sweetie it's getting late, just let's get inside. We can start working in the farm tomorrow!" My father exclaimed. "I knew you'd love the farm. We haven't even been here for thirty minutes and you're already trying to get out into the field. In a dress, no less."
"No! I noticed the worn down scarecrow and wanted to bring it inside, to fix it," I explained.
Than I noticed the scarecrow right above us, but I still couldn't see his face. I squinted but my father tugged on my arm, dragging my attention back to him.
"Who gives a crap about that dumb old thing," my father scoffed. "The uglier it is, the more it'll scare away the crows."
I turned back to the sad scarecrow, but my father pulled me back to our new house.
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Since it was our first day here, I was forced to sleep on the floor. The quilts that were pilled up underneath me didn't keep the cold air from seeping into my body. I shivered repeatedly through my broken sleep. I was angry that the moving truck couldn't of gotten here today. We had literally no furniture. That must've been the only thing the family didn't want to leave behind.
