After her dad pinned her moms death on her, little 6 year old cherish 's life changes. Is this change a good thing, or bad thing?
"WHOO, that was awesome. I can't wait to do it again when I leave this place." I stare at her in shock. She turns around and smirks. "What, do you like what you see?" It takes me a minute to comprehend. When I realize what I'm doing I look away. I finally speak, "I'm sorry, I just didn't expect to see a person out here, better yet a train." She smirks, "What makes you think that you can be out here, but I can't?" she questions me. "I didn't mean it like that, I jus--" She cuts me off. "--Why are you out here?" She asks "I jus--" she cuts me off again. "--What makes you so special as to being the only what that can come out here?" she questions me again. "I didn't--" Once again, I am cut off. "--If you think that you're so special to be the only one here, then why am I also here standing right in front of you smiling while you look dumbfounded?" She smiles in victory. While my mouth hangs open at how she talks to a person that she doesn't even know. When I decided to speak not much came out my mouth, "Ummm" really, that's all I could say? She rolls her eyes. "The names Kat, I can tell you want to know so badly. Where are we anyways?" She raises her eyebrows at me. "HELLO!" she waves her hand in front of my face. "Oh yes, Hi Kat, my name's Cherish." She slowly circles me. "So, why are you out here in the middle of nowhere Cherish? And what's up with the bad hair dying job? Have you never dyed your hair before?"
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"You're the city kid who's parents kicked the buck- fuck. I mean shit. I mean hi." He stammers. The entire family stares at Jack in pure horror. I burst into laugher, still to their horror.
"Good one." I chuckle. Jack raises his sharp eyebrows. "You're fucked up, City Boy." He says. "Kieran." I say. "Bless you." He responds quickly. "No that's my name. Kieran." I elaborate. "Like the coffee maker?" He asks. "What? No, not Kierig, Kieran." I repeat. "Key ring." Jack says.
I sigh. "I'm bein' serious as all outdoors, I can't say it." Jack says. "Maybe because you talk like a weed whacker." I say. Jack looks taken back by my comment. "You're funny. I like you...Kerin?" Jack says. "Keep trying." I say. "Jack, why don't you help Kieran settle into his room?" Roger suggests putting so much emphasis on my name, I almost forget how to say it.
"You mean my room? Sure thing, Father." Jack huffs. Wait... I have to share a room with that thing? He looks like he bites. "Don't worry, Kieran. He don't bite." Roger assures me. Did I say that aloud or has Jack bitten in the past?
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Kieran's life is in shambles. His parents suddenly die in a car accident and he is sent to his father's next of kin, Roger all the way in Georgia.
He doesn't know Roger, He doesn't like Georgia, and worse - they live on farm and Roger has 7 kids.
Things don't look good For Kieran until he meets the very good-looking (yet ugly talking), Jack Matthews, one of Roger's 7 children and his new roommate.