Finally the bell rang. Jennifer went rushing out, eager to leave that boring pit of torture. She walked home, but she eventually stopped at
the farm again.
"Why am I here? Wait, what's my address!? Why do I know the address of this farm!? How!?" Jen was scared. She walked to the front
door, pulled her key from her pocket, and was able to open the door with it.
"What? How?" Jen was still worried. A dog came out of the hallway and jumped on her, licking her face.
"Ugh! Get this dog off of me!" Jen cried.
"Benjamin, here boy." said the farmer. The dog obeyed. " Come on Jen, time to get to work."
"Work? What?"
"Don't play dumb, you aren't your little sister or brother, you got to be a role model for them."
"Brother? Sister?"
"Jesus Christ, Jen. Are you really going bonkers? Get the crud ou of your head already. Listen, you just go to the chicken coup and pick
up the eggs. "
"Alright?" Jen decided to follow orders. Odd, since she never took orders before. She picked up a basket in the coup and picked up all the
eggs she could.
"Ugh, this is all we got?" the man said.
The rest of the day was even stranger. Jennifer learned she was actually the daughter of these farm folk. She tried to say she wasn't but
the words wouldn't leave her mouth for some reason. She was scared. During dinner, Jen learned the name of her family members.
Margaret, mom. Paul, dad. Mary, sister. Bill, brother. Maximillion, dog.
During dinner, the only topic was on the. Hens' poor egg production as of late. How boring Jen thought. She saw her new room, the walls
were red, and the floor was wooden. She had a bed, a closet with odd farm clothes, a night stand, and a desk with an old computer on it.
Jen couldn't understand it.
"Maybe this is just a dream..."
With that she fell asleep. That very night...