Chapter 3 - Jack

Jack and Claire ran the valley's farm together. By together, i mean they split the land and now ferociously battle to build the better farm. Thomas had tried reasoning with them, but he's a annoying idiot so he didn't get very far. Now, he has to work out which shipment is who's and who earned the most... but he failed GCSE* maths so he often gets it wrong - Not that it matters, the 'looser' demands a recount anyway.

Today, Jack woke up with a smile on his face. He had finally claimed the title 'Farm Baron' and couldn't wait to rub it in Claire's face. It was already eight as Jack had spent most of the night down the mines searching for wonderfuls, so Claire had already set off to work. She had also drawn glasses and a moustache on her sleeping rival's face, but not having a mirror or a bathroom he wouldn't realise any time soon.

He sat in their shared house sipping a cup of Relaxation tea, making sure to pour some in Claire's clothes draw before dumping the cup in the sink. It was unfair she had a change of clothes, the gay overalls Jack was forced to wear looked like they had spent a night sleeping amongst the pigs - well, if the game had pigs. Finally, he strolled outside into the morning sun.

Meanwhile, Celia was sat in her room at the inn. Now the smell of decomposing rats had clung to the only clothes she had. She was thoroughly fed up. She would have vented out the room, if it weren't for the corpse hanging outside the only windows. On closer inspection it looked rather like Vesta's last employee that triggered the hiring of the foot fungus farm girl. Celia decided it was none of her business.

She was just pondering her next move when Jack came in.

"Hello!! How are you, Cei-Cei?" He gave her a confident grin, which was rather stupid considering he hadn't washed the moustache and glasses off his face.

Celia's skin writhed at the mention of that hideous nickname. "Well obviously not, i'm in this crap hole." She glared at him, having lost count of the bullet holes in the roof.

Jack carries on regardless. "I've got your favourite! Picked it up for you in the mines last night!". Celia felt something sharp hit her head. It was a pink diamond.

"What the hell am i supposed to do with this?!" She screamed, all prepared to lob the offending item back. All she really fancied was a large slice of cake, her favourite for binging.

"Nice to see you too!" Jack gave her a cheery wave and left the room. Celia swore under her breath.

Jack turned away from the room and legged it down the stairs to take a deep breath. Christ, he grimaced, what was that awful smell?


*GCSEs - the English exam board for 15/16 year olds ;)