I was sold to One Direction

Jillian, more like Killian

I was awoken by the rattling sound that Jillian's spit made when the gob hit a metal bucket. My urban outfitters amped fleece fringe trim throw blanket was still wrapped around me.

"Wake up you miserable maggots, time to get ranchin'" Jillian crabbed.

I got up and flattened my pink garage cropped tank top and ardene black shorts which somehow appeared on me without me ever having to change my clothes. I realized that now I could see perfectly without my glasses that made me a nerdy quirky girl.

"What does that mean?" I asked Jillian.

"Get out there, start huffin'. You gon' be doin' this 'til lunch." Jillian replied, then she did her cowgirl walk out of that barn. The spurs on her cowboy boots making crunch noises as they crushed the wood chips.

The One Direction boys, at least the four that are left, were all awake now. Even though Neealll's death was a major climax in the story they all seemed to be fine.

I got with the boys, Lyeham led us in some stretches that he learned while training for the Lumberjack World Cup. Sadly, his fame has fans over-running the tournaments and eating all the wood like beavers, just to get a glimpse of him.

We went outside the barn to see Jillian throwing bails of hay from her left to her right.

"Hey! Do you need me to help you with that?" I asked, although my weak skinny arms can barely support the weight of a paper towel.

"No thanks ma'am. I just lift these bails of hay to confirm my rough n' tumble exterior and to keep my farmer's tan glowing", she responds with a toothy grin.

I thought to myself, If she doesn't have any animals why does she need hay?, I knew it was better not to ask, questioning the working class people always leads to trouble.

"How 'bout we get Leiam and Zsauyen to dispose of your friend's body." Jillian said while continuing to meaninglessly throw hay.

Leeyam glanced around with a ferocious look on his face, we locked eyes. Oh no, this is the twist I'm always reading about in those teen romance novels even though my family never had money for books because my mother was an addict and hated me.

"How about the rest of us help with that" Heerriy stated with a nervous look on his face, he must have also noticed Liyem's strange behavior.

"Okay, you guys go ahead. I just have to tie up my shoe." I shouted to the boys. I was getting a strange feeling about Jillian. Her strange yet consumer appropriate business plans, her rough and tumble exterior when she seems lovable on the inside, her fake cow farm with real mad cow disease. Something wasn't right. Niyellle's death seemed to be very suspicious.

Jillian noticed it was taking me an awful long time to tie up my black and white checkered Vans.

I heard a whisper come from her mouth, I could see her lips moving but she wasn't loud enough to hear. Then she kept getting louder. I heard something like 'Wow wow' but I couldn't be sure. Still tying up my shoe I kept my gaze down but I listened intently to hear what she had to say.

Then I heard her loud and clear.

"Mad cow, mad cow, who's the loser now." she chanted repeatedly.

I looked up stunned, I didn't know what it meant. Maybe it's a Midwest welcome for new visitors?

She grabbed a large pitchfork from the ground and walked towards me, continuously chanting. I stood up and made eye contact using my ocean aquamarine turquoise eyes to her dark dirt brown eyes. She sensed my fear. And like a lion, she pounced. She chased after me with her pitchfork and repeated.

"Mad cow, mad cow who's the loser now!"

I was running as fast as my thin legs could carry me, I thought I was going to die.

Then, shots rang out...