Chapter 1: Meetings
She stood outside, blowing more smoke and throwing the cigarette butt to the ground. She wrapped her black cardigan around her shoulders.
Georgia truly is a bipolar state. While it was September and humid during the day, the night was getting colder. The fireflies were gone and the cicadas stopped their annoying buzzing to bury themselves in the ground again. Even now the deer were starting to be scarce, yet, luckily, turkeys were abundant.
'just in time for the season' she thought dryly. She hadn't been hunting before. Or fishing. Or mudding. And she refused to, because one thing nobody got in their thick skulls is this:
She. Was. Not. A. Country. Girl.
She may have moved here 4 years ago, but all that changed about her was her accent and her temperament. And…her friend level.
'why is everyone here so damn nice all the time?' she thought 'they're just gonna be set up for disappointment later when people were gruff with them.'
As she lit another cigarette, she laughed thinking of all the trust fund brats that were gonna get culture shock when money can't get them EVERYTHING.
Unbeknownst to her, she didn't see the personified mouse watching her
"oh dear Thea, how negative you are" he said "looks like we're gonna have to change that…"