Chapter 4 -The Third Eye

The next morning, I woke up the sound of birds chirping. I turned and looked at the clock that the previous farm owner had left. 6 am! Nobody in their right mind woke up at 6 am. I rolled back over and tried to go back to sleep, but those freaking birds wouldn't be quiet. It sounded like they were having a concert on my porch. That stuff the Doctor gave me yesterday worked pretty good, even though it tasted like he had strained it through his dirty socks. I didn't have a headache. I got out of bed and headed for the mirror that hung on the wall. Yikes, bad idea. I looked like crap. I never looked like I had just stepped out of a fashion magazine when I first woke up, but at least I looked human.

I had forgotten to braid my hair last night. It's long, almost to my waist, but now it was bunched up around my neck, like I was wearing a black scarf. The bruise on my forehead was a lovely shade of black. Oh, well, as soon as it turned green it would at least match my eyes. Unfortunately, it was almost right in the middle of my forehead. Great. It looked like I had three eyes. I could hear May and Stu now, "Run, it's a monster!" The town would make me stay in my house until I was less scary. At least my bangs covered it up slightly.

I turned away from the mirror and went to find my brush. I brushed my hair, then pulled it into a ponytail, so it would be out of the way. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Then, I walked over the chest that was at the end of the bed and once again pulled on the backpack. This time, I was going to try to get some work done.

I opened the front door and almost knocked Popuri over. "Rise and shine," she said, cheerfully.

"I've risen," I replied. "But I'm not sure about the shining."

After showing me the Library and the Supermarket, Popuri said she needed to get back home to help her mom. I really needed to start working on my field anyways, so we parted ways at the Poultry Farm, agreeing to meet at the Inn later that night, so I could meet the other residents. Then, for the next four or five hours, I brutally attacked my field.

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A/N - I know, it's short, but I needed to put something here. I just figured out where I'm going with this story. Getting there is the hard part.