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Alive


Taro

I have sat by her bed side almost a month, day after day. I've watched every twitch, every nightmare, and heard every 'coo' that's decamped from her lips. I am watching over her, because I feel obligated to do so. I left her behind that night. I knowing left her on the ship. I was selfish, I wanted my family safe, and no one else was on my mind.

Nightmares haunted me for weeks after. I believed the girl was dead, and it was my fault. But, I was surprisingly incorrect, the girl lives, she proved us all wrong. Although, guilt still fill my stomach. I feel that I owe her my life. A life is something I can not give somebody, but I can present her with a life changing opportunity.

Upon arrival of the island, I instantly fell in love with my surrounding. I knew this is where I want to spend my last years of my old life. My family, they respected that and agreed on staying. I called up some friends, and before I knew it, a carpenter, a store owner, an animal dealer, a chief, a fisherman, and a billionaire dollar ore company titled Sunshine Island as their home.

The girl washed upon the shore in mid Spring. While Gannon, the carpenter, and I were landscaping the blue prints for the new farm. My dream as a lad was to be a successful rancher. I fantasized of toiling soils and growing crops. I wanted a community to be dependant upon me, and to raise animals from birth to death. I dreamt of waking at dawn and working until twilight. Farming was, and still is, my desire in life. I never had the opportunity. My father and mother needed the help with their building supplies store. It may not seem fancy now, with all the Kent's and Home Hardware's- but back in my day, a hardware store was an honour to be a part of.

Because I feel that I owe Chelsea my life, I can't think of any better gesture but to award her with my dream. I plan on presenting Chelsea with this farm. I'm positive it will give her a fresh start prior to her accident, and I feel she will do great things with it. I can feel the fight in her veins.

I felt that fight the first day I laid eyes on her. I remember the day vividly, just like it happened yesterday- although, it has been a month.


Taro's flashback

Gannon and I were to our ankles in dirt and rain standing in the middle of the new field. We were discussing the blue prints of the farm, and that is when the dark coloured fisherman boy was running toward us. He was screaming frantically, "TARO! GRAMPS! DUDE! COME HERE!"

I figured he got a hook caught in his eye or something, nothing big. I limped my way over to see what the big commotion was, and that is when I seen he had the body of a woman cradled in his arms. She was as pale as snow, her skin looked wrinkled and water logged. Her lips were blue, and her eye lids purple. It was no doubt that she was dead, it was like looking upon a dead woman in her casket. The life looked as if it had been sucked from her- and it was no wonder, she had been in the ocean for a month.

I leaned in closer, wondering who I would have to reach to spread the news of the girl's death. Does she have parents? Children?

That Lad cut off my thoughts, "Is she who I think she is?"

I nodded. There is no doubt, this is Chelsea. This is the girl my Grandchildren met on the boat. The girl who was in the ocean watching around.

The Lad smile brightly, which I though was disrespectful. "Awesome," he said, "I knew mermaids exist."

I shook my head in disbelief. I have heard my Granddaughter complain how dense and stupid this fisherman was, but I certainly didn't believe her. Although now, I know I should give Natalie more credit, because we was correct.

"No, son." I corrected him, "This is Chelsea, the missing girl from the ship wreck."

"Oh," he mumbled, slightly embarrassed, "I looked out my window and seen her tangled in the seaweed, with a giant ass book bag. First, I thought she was dead. There is no way in hell that a girl could look so dead but me alive." he trailed off, "That's when she started coughing up water. I thought for sure that it was a mermaid."

Hearing this, I nearly jumped out of my trousers. "What!" I exclaimed, "The girl, she lives?" This was true music to m ears. I observed her closer, seeing her heavy chest moving slightly, breathing. "Hurry! Get her into the farm house, and lay her in the bed."

I looked towards Gannon, "You, go get Felicia. She will know exactly what to do."

I followed Denny into the home and he rested the girl in her bed. Felicia was there in a jiffy,and she tended to the young maiden. She applied warm blankets, in hope that she didn't have pneumonia. Surprisingly, her temperature was only slightly below average,but just slightly. It wasn't life threatening.

I watched the girl rest. She was craving life, every twitch she made, and every mutter. She was a trooper, she was a strong woman. I could tell, the Harvest Goddess was strong with her. The magic lived in her veins. The determination needed to run this farm.

There is no doubt in my mind that this girl has what it takes. She is going to be a wild spit fire.

End of Taro's flashback


"What the hell." a rough, and cracked voice muttered.

I popped my head up to see the girls hand snap upon her forehead, her eye brows furrowed as if she was sporting a headache.

She's awakened!

"FELICIA!" I ran to the door, opening it to interrupt Felicia who was painting the trim of the window to match the door, "SHE IS AWAKENING!"


Chelsea

My head was splitting in two. It felt like my brain was inside a jar, and was being shaken around fiercely, bouncing and hitting off the walls like crazy. I threw my hand upon my forehead, trying to hold the pain it. I thought my head would explode.

Where the hell am I? Did I get too drunk again? No. This isn't a hang over. I don't alcohol on my breath.

Did I take too much heroin? No, because my veins feel cleaned. It feels like the time I quit it for 2two or three months, that never lasted long.

Did I get date raped?

"Are you awake, Chelsea?" A gruff, old voice whispered. "It's time for you to wake."

Fuck, that's definitely not Kai. My insides boiled with frustration at myself, this is exactly why I have to leave this stupid city.

Someone PLEASE tell me that I didn't end up going home with some creepy old man.

What if he was psychotic? What if he has be strapped to the bed and I can't leave?

I need to think of an escape plan. Maybe, if I pretend to be asleep, he might leave me in the room alone.

I hesitated on that thought, but my eyes couldn't stay closed anymore. They craved to see light, I slowly peeled them opened.

The light burned through my eyeballs, it was painful and caught me by surprise. I quickly closed them shut, they are sensitive to the light. This has never happened to me before, it's as if I haven't seen the sun in months.

"Close the curtains," the old voice demanded, "It's too bright. Her eyes need to adjust to the light."

Although my eyes were closed, I could see the change of brightness in the room through my eye lids. Once again, I peeled my eyes open. It was dark, and way more tolerable. My vision was extremely blurry at first, and I had to blink several times to adjust. What the hell did I take last night? And, where the hell am I now?

I was resting in a sweet little home. It reminded me of a country house. It was a nice little bachelor pad. The section I'm in must be the bedroom area. There is an extremely comfortable bed,a nightstand, and a build-in-the-wall closet. The kitchen has an island, a fridge, an oven, cupboards, a table cloth with a brown and orange plaid pattern, and a vase, a double sink beneath a window. The living room, it was a sofa and love seat set as an 'L' facing an exquisite brick fire place. There was also a red oak coffee table set that screamed 'home made'. Everything was home mafe. Even the walls are pine, natural pine. The whole home is absolutely stunning.

I fell in love with the house instantly. I wondered who lived here, because honestly, I wanted it for my own. I don't have much money, but I'll surely work for it. This is exactly what I wanted.

"It's nice to see that you are okay."

The voice startled me, bringing me back down from my own little world. I actually forgot all about the older man. I directed my eyes towards him.

"Your name is Chelsea, am I correct?"

I nodded and asked, "And you are?" my hand automatically went towards me sore throat. My voice was crackled and weak. Why? Why was it like that?

"Ah, memory loss did not even occur to me." He frowned, "Do you remember the ship wreck?"

The memories suddenly over whelmed my thought, just like a light switch was off then flicked on. I remembered staring at my horrible make-up stained face in the mirror, seeing the room flash with light, getting thrown backwards upon the hard floor. I remembered trying to run down the hallway, searching for the other passengers. I fought the rocking ship to get out on the deck to the life boats, to discover them missing. I grabbed a life jacket, and that's the last thing I remember.

"I'm alive." Goosebumps travelled my my arms while I looked at my pale and feeble hands, "How the hell am I alive?"

The man chuckled. He reassured me that was certainly was a miracle. He went into detail of how the ship sank, and how him and his family left me behind. He told me that I was found on the beach, with a back pack and life jacket strapped to me tightly.

During the story, the man kept getting emotional. It was sad, seeing an old guy talking until he was almost in tears. If I couldn't see how much his heart ached for me, I probably would have gotten angry. Who leaves a sinking ship without ensuring all the passengers are safe? I would never do such a thing.

But, I guess not everyone is willing to risk their lives to safe another.

"I'm gravely sorry, Chelsea." he apologized, "Leaving you behind haunted me for the month and a half. I can finally be at peace with my actions, knowing you are here in front of me, alive."

"It's okay" I whispered, my voice still cracking, "I'm here, you can't change the past."

His face brightened up, he did a large toothless grin, "I have a surprise for you. I want to give you something, something that will change your life."

This caught my attention, I could feel my eyes bug out of me head anxiously. "What is it?" I asked. Normally, I wouldn't accept gifts. But hell, I think I deserve it.

"This home can be yours. Along with the land surrounding it."

My heart filled with warmth, "I love it." I stated, my wish for the home coming true. This is all I need to be happy.

He kept smiling, "You also earned the 3 acres of farm land."

My jaw dropped, "A farm?" I sat up, kicking my legs over the side of the bed. I had to sit still a moment, because everything went black and fuzzy- I sat up too quickly.

He is giving me a farm? Wow… And I thought faith was being a bitch to me when I was thrown into the frigid ocean. I thought for sure my life would be ending in the cruel way that I didn't deserve.

But, a farm? With animals, crops, lakes, dogs? What in the world did I ever do to deserve that? Such a beautiful thing; Working outside all day long, having bonfires, eating fresh vegetables for supper, picking fresh flowers.

Once the fuzziness disappeared, I eagerly rose from the bed,my legs were like pure jelly. You could tell they haven't been used in a month in a half- but I didn't care about the pain. If anything, I ignored it. I had to see what was awaiting me outside, I needed to see if this was true. Everything in my life never seem to work out, I'll be damned if I get my hopes up for nothing.

I opened the front door, and quickly shaded my eyes with the blinding sun rays. I took a deep breath, the smell was intoxicating. It smelt better than anything I have ever smelt in my life. I've never known any scent but that of city smog, perfume, sweat, and exhaust smoke. But, this smell, it's pure. It smelt like Central Park, only a thousand times better. I could smell grass, and fresh soil. The smell of the salty ocean, like lemons and rosemary, and like herbs and freshly cut wood.

I couldn't hold myself in suspense any longer, I don't care if my eyes fried in my sockets. I HAVE to see my surroundings, what's now mine.

I removed my hand, and I had the biggest rush of my life. A rush that Heroin could never satisfy me with.

"It's stunning." I gasped, letting myself mindlessly wander into the crowded dirt field. I was lost for words. It was like looking at one of those photographs of a magical place and thinking 'That's photo shopped.' but it isn't. This is real. All I could see was green, all I could smell was purity, and I could feel the dew of the grass on the bare of my feet, and grass tickling the between of my toes.

My legs collapsed, letting me sit upon a stump. I explored the island with my eyes; my land is upon the highest hill on the island. I could look down upon the little community beneath me, I counted 11 homes and 2 huge buildings. There was two children playing on a beach, and a man fishing in the distance.

It was ocean, as far as the eyes could see. We are on an island in the middle of the ocean. To the north, I could see empty green valleys stretching for miles, scattered with bright flowers. To the West, I could see a thick green forest that would be the home of many animals. To the South, the biggest rocky mountain I have ever set eyes on. So high, the top met with the clouds. And to the East, it was like God took a hand full of glitter and sprinkled it over the sandy beach, the white sand glistened in to sunlight as the gentle waves washed against the show.

It was a unique island, because each destinations seemed to be separated by the ocean. The only way it seemed I would be able to reach the North, West, or South would be my a boat.

I turned, deciding to finally size up my own home. My land, something I have never thought I would have in a million years.

My house was beautiful. It was, like I said before, country style. Brown and orange, and black shingles. The door was bright orange, along with the trim surrounding the windows.

The field I was sitting it, was huge. It was polluted with logs, rocks, and weeds, but the soil look flourishing. It was dark brown and extremely damp. I don't know much about planting vegetables, but I knew the soil was promising.

There are three barns on the back of my farm; one large, one middle sized, and another small. I'm guessing the large barn is for cows and sheep. The middle sized must be a Chicken Coop, and the third looks like a horse's stable.

On the highest point of my land, stands a giant birch tree. Perfect for climbing, like nature knew it would finish off my dream so they put it there.

I fell into the dirt, not able to handle the excitement anymore. I was speechless, but my mind was running a million miles a minute.

This is what I want. This is why I left the city. This is meant for me, I've never wanted anything any more than this.

I felt the presence of someone behind me, I'm guessing it was that old man. "So? What do you think of Sunshine Island's?" he asked,

Sunshine Island's, there is no name that could suit this place any better than that.

"I'll be honoured to call this place my home," I announced,my voice was finally coming back to me. As if the fresh air healed it, "It's perfect, I couldn't imagine awakening to anything better than this."


I sat on the counter top the next morning, staring out the window at the little town beneath me. I was surprised that this was all real, I was afraid I would wake up to see that this was a dream- and that I was still in the city.

But that didn't happen. I'm still here, eating a bowl of porridge. Yesterday, Taro wouldn't let me do any work, he told me to take a day of rest. I didn't want too, seeing I have been 'asleep' for a month and a half. But, I wouldn't want to disrespect the man. Besides, I just really wanted to explore.

Taro spent the whole day teaching me how to use different equipment. It was a thing good too,because it was the first time I ever seen an axe or a giant mallet. And I didn't even know that a Sickle and a Hoe existed. Not alone how to use one. But I know now, after making many mistakes, I learned.

I also walked along the town, and explored the surrounding islands. I was correct about having to take a boat to reach them, there are many boats and wharfs scattered along the islands. There is even a little island off my farm, I called it 'Light house Island."

Everything was just as beautiful as I imagined. The forest smelt like moss and dark green leaves. The mountain was actually a mine, it smelt of iron and fire. And the town with the beach, that smelt like the salty ocean. The valleys just north of my farm smelt like flowers and fresh wind.

I jumped up and threw my bowl into the sink, I was ready to start my 'real' first day on the farm. I opened my closet, staring at all my clothing. This made me frown, I don't exactly have much clothes suitable for this job. I don't think booty shorts and corsets would be appropriate.

I shook my head and replaced the frown with a smile. There is no need for me to be upset over something so stupid. I'll just cut off some old jeans, and wear my tank tops. I'll make it work. Who said a farmer HAVE to wear coveralls?

I grabbed on to my red bandana and shoved it onto my head. My mother wore it during her chemotherapy, and on her death bed she gave it to me. It would kill me if I lost it, it really do mean everything to me. That and my locket is all I have left belonging to her. Which was also safely in my bag as well? I can't remember putting either in my bag. I must have shoved them both in there during all the commotion.

I grabbed a pair of jeans, and I grabbed a knife. I slice the legs off to the would just graze the tops of my knees. I then picked out a loose fitted yellow tank top. This is perfect.

I stuck my feet into a pair of red rubber boots, brand new. I bought them yesterday at the little convince store in town. They were the only rubbers there, and they fit perfectly. It's like it was meant to be.

Eager, I pushed open my door and started my way to my field. In hand, a hammer, sickle, and a hoe. That should start me off. Everything has to be cleared and stuff anyway. I sighed and looked at the field, excited beyond words.


"Holy Crap," I collapsed into the cool soil, it was soothing against my sweaty skin. "What a day."

I stretched my arms out long, clutching the dirt in my palms and squeezing it. After a few deep breathes, I rolled over onto my belly supported my upper body with my arms. I admired my work for the day; All the little logs and rocks were destroyed with my axe and hammer, I kept the scraps for building supplies. I tried to demolish the bigger stumps and boulders, but I'm not strong enough. Maybe if I work on one each day, I'll get rid of them. But that seems impossible.

I also toiled 10 squares for vegetables. My first mistake, was that I planted turnip seeds that I found in my home. Taro must have out the, there expecting me to wake up for Spring. But, it's summer. Turnip do not grow in Summer, so I had to re-toil the soil and plant Summer crops. I chose tomatoes. They are the quickest to grow, and I only have half of this season left to grow them.

I also watered all my crops.

I took another deep breathe, still becoming intoxicated by the new scent that my lungs are not use too.

Seriously, think about it. The last day of work I had, I was up shaking my ass on a pole singing my heart out. And today? I'm sweating like a pig in the hot sun and rolling around in the dirt. I think it's a giant improvement, one for the better. I really think this farming thing is really something I'm passionate about. I'm just so excited about it all!

I peeled myself off the wet, muddy ground. I walked around my farm, picking at things that I haven't seen before, at things that needed to be fixed, at neat stuff to discover how it worked, and figuring out the easiest way to do thing.

The next time I plant crops, I should plant them semi close to the water well, but a little closer to the shipping bin. It was a pain in the ass running back and forth to the water well to fill my watering can. And I'd imagine it will be just as annoying running to the shipping bin.

And, if I plan on getting a lot of animals, I should build a fence around the barns. That way, I can leave the doors open during the day and let them decide if they want to go outside. But, would I have to make separate fences? Would a cow kill a chicken?

I stopped in front of the chicken coop.

I'm going to get a chicken first. They are so cute, plus simple. I would imagine it would be easier to care for a chicken than a cow. I need to learn to manage my time at the crops and with animals, both need attention. I don't want to be over my head.

I opened the chicken coop, seeing how perfect it is. It's ready for chickens right now, maybe I will go to the animal shop this evening to buy one. That way, I can start tomorrow with my chicken and watering. It's best for me to experience it all right now, rather than add it into mu schedule later down the road.

I walked down the path of my farm, not bothering to change from my mud stained clothing. I will have to wash and dry it tonight, so I can wear it again tomorrow. I don't want to change, because I'll probably get full of chicken feather and feed.

Walking through the community was just as beautiful as looking down upon it. The cobble stone path directed me right through the island. It was framed by bright green trees, colourful flowers and juicy berries. Everything was so full of life, I felt like Dorthy visiting the country of Oz.

I reached the Wharf on the other side of town, I was lost. I know there is an Animal Shop in the town, I'm just not sure where it is.

I let myself fall on the wharf, not practically caring about getting side tracked. This town wasn't like the city, no one was counting of me to be somewhere by a certain time. I could manag

e it myself, I could sit here for twenty minutes, or for three hours. No one will care, as long as my job is finished for the day.

I led back, stretching out once again. I closed my eyes, and could feel like rays from the sun becoming weaker and weaker as it set over the calm blue ocean. The scent of the salty ocean was so strong that I could almost taste it. The seagulls squawking in the distance was comforting, and the gentles waves washing upon the shore soothed my soul.

Everything is so relaxing here, I can't think of anything more I could possibly want.

I yawned widely, "This is way too good to be true"


Vaughn

"I don't see the fucking point of coming here this week." I complained to myself, my arms crossed over my chest, my stetson shadowing my eyes.

I was on the boat to Sunshine Islands. I've been sent this shit hole for the past three fucking weeks, and empty handed. It's a waste of time and money, and I don't see the fucking point. Why should an animal supplier visit an Island that don't even need animals? The place has a farm, but no fucking farmer. No body wants to take it over, and no one is going too.

And whoever do take it over, will be fucking stupid. They can't honestly think that the Island is going to take off. Not these day, not with the city booming like it is. Why would anyone want to come here when the city has everything? Malls, movies, restaurants, and whole fucking works.

There are still Amish fucking communities scattered all over the place. I think they should be abandoned, and the residents should be shipped to cities. Sunshine Island's is a fucking drag; everything is quiet and boring, there are no TVs. Hell, I'm surprised there is fucking electricity and running water.

I would much rather spend my time in the City, driving my truck and relaxing in my apartment. But, this is my job. I have to visit under-privileged communities and bring them animals and supplies. If not, everyone would be deprived for milk and eggs- goddess forbid.

The only reason I don't mind visiting Sunshine Islands is the fact that my Aunt and Cousin resides there. I met them when I was 19, and they are the only family I fucking got. So, when I heard they started their own animal shop, I had a tinge of motivation to get that route thrown into my schedule. I regret it, but at the same time I don't. Besides, what's two fucking days of a week? I only visit every Tuesday and Wednesday.

And, I get paid fairly decent. I'll go fucking anywhere, as long as it pays. If I didn't have money, what the fuck would I do? You can't do anything these days without money, everything has a fucking cost-

"ATTENTION PASSENGERS, WE WILL BE ARRIVING TO SUNSHINE ISLAND'S IN 10 MINUTES"

I took a deep breath, and stood up. Stretching, and grabbing my duffel bag. That's all I had to grab, because Mirabelle has no business coming in, and I have no point being here really. I pushed my way outside the door, not bothering to send farewells to the man running the floor of the boat. I have to reason to talk to him, so why would I?

When I stepped onto the deck, the smell turned my stomach. This island smells like a mixture of dirt and seaweed. It's fucking disgusting.

Leaning up against the rail, I watched the island grow larger and larger. It was after midnight, so the only source of light was from the full moon.

After several boring minutes, the boat finally docked. I didn't even wait for them to put the ramp down, I jumped from the deck with ease and let my knees bend with the compact.

You could say that I'm in fairly good shape. The work I do is physical, it involves moving boxes, crates, feed, building animal stalls, and pushing cows. Well, that's what I do in Mineral Town. Mineral Town is where I spend most of my time. There are 3 farms there, a Poultry Farm, Dairy/Sheep farm, and an actual farm. I'm there 3 days out of 7 a week.

Actually, my best buddy, Gray, is engaged to the farmer there. We grew up together and went through a lot of crap. We ended up getting separated, but then I ran into him again on my first trip to Mineral Tow-

"What the fuck." I muttered, looking down at an obstacle crossing my path on the wharf. It was a girl, covered head to toe in dirt. Her hair was a crazy fucking tangle tucked underneath a tacky red bandana.

Is she dead? I thought carelessly, because it didn't matter to me if she was living or not. She was in my way, and I don't like that.

I listened quietly, I heard silent breathing. I frowned. Too bad. If she was dead I would have kicked her to the side and went on. I crossed my arms and let of an annoyed breath, this is fucking stupid.

I looked at my watch, "One O'clock AM" I mumbled and shook my head.

I glanced back up at the girl. Who the fuck sleeps outside in the middle of the fucking night? And, to top it off, Who the fuck sleeps on splintery wharf?

I rolled my eyes.

This Island really is full of nimrods and idiots.

I quickly stepped over her. I wanted to keep walking, but something stopped me. Instead, I turned and looked back at the sleeping bitch.

She was curled up in a tight ball, but she was pretty close to the edge. So close that her tiny pale hand was dangling over the side.

My conscience had an argument over the right and wrong thing to do in this situation. It's like I have an angel and a devil on each side of my shoulder- one wants me to fucking wake up, and the other is saying to just leave her. She's not my responsibility.

She might fall on the wharf and drown.

Bullshit, she won't drown, if she is there that long she minds as well stay now. Besides, if she hits the water she should have the fucking sense to wake up.

You know how stupid people are. Don't overestimate them.

True.

Dammit, I guess I should just wake her anyway, I groaned.

I looked at her, and sighed, "There is no way in hell that I'm going shake her awake, that's fucking weird."

I'm not laying a goddess damn finger on her.

I picked up a shell from the wharf, and chucked it at her. It landed with a thump, right on her stomach.

She didn't stir.

"Bitch." I mumbled,

So, I bent over and laced another at her, once again. No movement.

I groaned, deciding to just walk away. But, I stopped again. If this girl dies on my watch, I'll feel semi-guilty for it. I'd rather just wake her up and then leave.

I muttered, "Hey"

She didn't hear me.

I groaned again.

"Hey! You!" I shouted, clearly frustrated. Still, Not one bit of movement.

I heard my cow boy boots clicking along the wooden wharf as I approached her again.

"Wake up, ya stupid fucker." I demanded, she still didn't move

Before I knew it, I was towering over her.

"Hey." I stood over her, looking down at her little ball she was curled into. " Hey? You, Wake the hell up." I demanded

Still no movement.

"Listen! " I raised my voice a little, "Are you going to get the fuck up, or not ?"

No movement.

That's it.

I nudged her shoulder with the toe of my boot, and she turned over onto her back like a rag doll. I took a deep breath, because she was even closer to the edge of the wharf now. It would have been awkward if I accidentally kicked her in the fucking water.

Her face was turned towards the moon, and the light made it visible to see. Her face was smeared with dirt, but I could see her deadly pale skin underneath. Her lips were slightly open, and her long eyelashes swept the tops of her cheeks. Her chin raised, as she softly let out a huge breathe of air.

I randomly crouched down, She looks so, I couldn't think of the right word.

I had a sudden urge to touch her, I slowly reached my hand towards her soft cheek.

Wait. What the fuck am I doing?

I snapped back up on to my feet. What the fuck was I going to do? Touch that stupid girl while she slept? I don't think fucking so. I don't care if she sinks to the bottom of the ocean. She isn't my trouble.

At that point, I didn't care what happened to her. She could turn over and drown, it wouldn't be my problem. I tired to wake her, but she's too fucking stupid.

I don't want anything to fucking do with her.


Review Question:

Do you think Chelsea and Vaughn are going to 'hit it off' when they meet?