Chapter Three.
Won.
I yawned, and stretched. Morning. My first morning on my new farm! I leaped out of bed, somehow already dressed, and wolfed down some bread. My house was preeeeeetty small, with only a bed up against the right side, with a table in the middle, and a chest, a hook, and some drawers. Oh, and a bookshelf. But like I was going to read any of that junk. Pssh. The only MODERN thing was the small TV.
Better get to work, though. I sighed, and walked outside.
A skinny, Chinese man with a massive amount of nose hair, and a weird red and yellow hat greeted me. I gave a startled cry and lashed out my fist and slammed the door. It was that Japanese serial killer! I took some shaky breaths. Why me??? WHY ME!!!?????
Wait.
Wasn't that man CHINESE? I pried the door opened just a few centimetres, and peered out. Yup. That man was defiantly Chinese. And he was lying on the ground, clutching his nose. Oh dear.
I swung the door open.
"Oh my goshness I am so sorry!" I cried, and fell to my knees. Bit over dramatic, I must say.
"Geez, why did you DO that??" He said nasally.
I shrugged. He wouldn't believe me anyway.
"I'm Claire" I said, and offered a hand to help him up. He snarled.
"Get that filthy hand away from me!" And jumped up and ran off. Oops. Bad start.
Hehe i never liked Won...