My name is Peter.I have short blonde hair, and sky blue eyes. I live in a small town in rural North Dakota with my mom and dad. My parents run the local grocery store; the only one in the area since we're the only town within a 10-mile radius. Our town has a population of about 250, hence my school having about 45 kids enrolled in K-12. Now, we're not a bunch of "Country Folk" who don't know how to do anything. We have TV's, Radios, Cell phones, and all that fancy stuff, we just don't use them all the time, meaning we don't always stay up to date on much of the news except for the start and end dates for hunting season. Not that that would matter in a few weeks.
My name is Katana; Kat for short. I have long brown-almost-black hair, and dark brown eyes. I live in a small, 250-person town in North Dakota with my mom, and little sister Primalyn; I call her Prim. We moved here after my dad was killed in a mining accident when I was younger. My mom works as the primary doctor and surgeon in the one hospital in town. At school I made one good friend out of Galen, a boy who's parents died when a tornado ripped through town when he was two. He supposedly lives with his Aunt and Uncle but he's rarely at their house. He's the one who befriended me when no one else would talk to me and taught me how to hunt like our ancestors: Native Americans. Now I have better aim than he does with my bow and arrow. I guess that's a good thing. Cause I was going to need that.