The soft orange and yellow glow of the fields and the blues of the sky are peaceful to me. The house that stands on top a small hill and looks over the land is mine and I love it . It is quiet and peaceful. New frankson is what people call this place...me I call it home. My name is Verum. At this moment in time I am fifteen and live here in New frankson with my mother Georgia, father Peter, and sister grace. My mother lived here her whole life, she enjoyed the quiet and peaceful people. She is a woman no higher than five feet she has glasses that help her read. She loved our family. Her and my father met here on chorous when they were 21 my mom was helping the soldiers who were stationed there by donating and making food. My father a man that stands six feet and was built like and ox (stubborn like one too) was one of the men stationed here at the time. They fell in love and the rest is history. I am the oldest man in the family besides of corse my father. I was born April 23 3452. My sister grace only seven is a small girl about four feet she born the same day as me eight years after me is smart and kind and is always happy to talk and meet people while I am smart yet closed off I don't like people and am skeptical to about everything.
The town has around 1,657 people at all times. We are a small town but that's why we love it because we can be us and enjoy peace. Peace that will be short lived
