"Oh! Um…. Sorry!" I squeak. The boy I landed on shoots me a death glare.

"You should be!" He snaps and brushes the dirt off his black button up shirt.

"Well, I'm April, nice to meet you…" I drift off hoping he'll tell me his name.

"Chase." He sighs.

I hear someone yell, "April!" and am immediately thankful for this person ending my conversation with this jerk. It's Kat, and when she gets to me, she stops to catch her breath. Chase looks at her, mutters something under his breath that I can't quite make out, and leaves.

"Lydia's already made a friend and she wants you to meet him." Kat says once she's regained her breath.

"Him?" I ask playfully. Kat just smirks and nods. Then she drags me up a huge dirt trail, past a house, and over a bridge. When we finally get there, she leads me to the carpenters. I open the large door and immediately hear laughter. I recognize one of the giggles as my sister's and the other belongs to a blue haired boy, who is now wearing Lydia's glasses. Lydia is wearing a fiery bandana, which I assume belongs to the boy.

Lydia walks up to me and in between giggles yells, "April! Finally, you're here! This is Luke! Isn't he-" She giggles again before she can finish her sentence. "AWESOME!" she yells in my face.

Luke walks up to me and bows like a gentleman. "It's a pleasure to meet you! Lydia's EXTREME!"

Great. A male version of Lydia. Just what I need.

"You know," Luke smirks. "I like these glasses so much I might just keep them!" and with that he runs out the door.

Lydia, who I'm pretty sure, mistook me as the Easter Bunny once without her glasses, yells, "LUKE I'M PRACTICALLY BLIND WITHOUT THOSE! GET BACK HERE!" and then she runs away too.

I stare at the door. "Well… That was…" I'm at loss for words. No witty comeback or joke. Just silence.

Kat looks at me and blinks twice, dumbfounded and apparently also unable to form a word to describe this situation.

"The mayor wanted to talk to us about our new house." She says breaking the silence, "He says it's also comes with a farm."

I laugh. "I can't wait to see Lydia's face when you tell her!"

Unlike me and Kat, Lydia can't stand farm animals, or any animals for that matter. Once, in the city, our parents took us to the zoo. I was 8 and Lydia was 7, she was so excited to see the monkeys, but mom and dad wanted to get lunch first. We all walked to the food stands and got corn dogs. I specifically remember Lydia describing hers as a "Super-duper, yummylishous, absolutely awesome, scrumptious, hot dog on a stick!" (Ya, I know, I was like "It's just a corn dog." and she was all amazed cause it looked nothing like corn.) Since she wanted to see the monkey's so bad, we went there next. Lydia pushed her way up to the front of the crowd and got right up against the cage. Unfortunately, she came back with no corn dog and monkey spit on her face. She was bawling her eyes out like she just watched someone get murdered, and I had to give her my corn dog. From that day on, Lydia's never even gone within 20 feet of an animal.

Kat and I head down the large trail again, and Kat gestures to the beat up house we passed on our way to Luke's house.

"This is it!" She says optimistically.

I look at it and cringe.

"I thought you said it was new."