I really didn't want to work out here. There was cow poo and dog poo everywhere and all the cows were in the farm. Aunt Margaret had chickens and horses, too, but I was positive that was it. The grass was long and everything. There was a lawnmower a few metres away from me.

It smelled really bad. "No offense, Aunt Margaret, but it stinks out here. Are there dead bodies under the ground?" I asked.

"I haven't taken care of the field for a week - I've only fed the animals."

"I think you're overfeeding them. I mean just look at the size of the crap on the ground." I confessed.

Aunt Margaret shook her head at me. "Language, Danny."

"Am I the only one working here?" I asked, hoping I wasn't.

"There's a few more people who live across the street from the ranch." Aunt Margaret explained. The houses across Aunt Margaret's house were townhouses that looked incredibly classy. "They should be here later in the afternoon. Be nice, Danny, and get working."

"But Aunt Margaret I don't know how to do any of this." I admitted, but she ignored me and just went back into the house. "Ugh," I said in disgust and I started poking at the cow poo with the rake. "Haha, it's cow poo." I said immaturely.

I fell asleep on the bench by the back door.

"Wake up! You!" A voice called out to me. "Stop bumming around." said the voice again.

"Think he's new?" asked another voice.

"He probably is," replied the first voice. "You! Wake up!" they exclaimed again.

I opened my eyes to find one girl in front of me and one boy, too - they looked the same age as me.

I smiled as I turned to my right to find my best friend, Dougie Poynter, come out of the back door. "Doug!" I yelled in excitement.

"Hey, Danny, what are you doing here?"

"My house burned down, so now I have to live with my Aunt Margaret," I explained. "My family's broke right now." I whispered into his ear. He nodded.

"So Margaret's your aunt?" asked the first boy. I nodded.

"He's off limits, Jeremy," said the girl quietly.

The boy, Jeremy, had a fairly nasal-toned voice which was a little high pitched. He had shaggy, short blond hair and eyes that were golden brown like toast. He was muscular and could probably beat me up. He looked like somebody any girl would fall for. Pfft, but I was probably way more better-looking than him, and the girls would probably fall for me! ;)

"Mary, that means he's off limits to you, too." Jeremy replied.

Mary was beautiful. I've never seen any girl more beautiful before. Her hair was long. She had jagged layers. The bottom layers were black and the top layers were a pinkish wine red. She had contrasting green eyes that reminded me of spearmint. Her skin was like porcelain - it looked smooth and it was a fair tone like mine, though free of blemishes or freckles.

"Dougie, how do you know this weird kid?" asked Mary.

Dougie smiled. "He's my best friend. He's the one in the band I told you about. Our band, McFly." Dougie explained.

"Oh, I see." Mary nodded.

"How's that going, by the way?" asked Jeremy. "Did you guys get a gig yet?"

I looked at Dougie. And mouthed 'school talent show'.

"Oh, right. The school talent show, so far." Dougie explained.

"Nice way to end the senior year...but isn't the talent show like a week before your prom thing?" asked Jeremy.

Dougie nodded.

"I'm Danny," I introduced myself.

"The name's Jeremy," Jeremy introduced, probably thinking I might've forgotten his name.

"Mary." Mary smiled. "But don't let the name confuse you, I'm not exactly the little Mary Bo-Peep. I'm much more rebellious than that." she winked at me in her black smudged eyeliner.

"She is," Dougie smiled.

Mary walked away to put on her gloves that were yellow. She was wearing a light blue jean-jumper over a light pink plaid shirt that was rolled up to her elbows. She was wearing white, dirty converse all-star high tops under her jumper. Everybody was wearing a jumper. Each jumper was in a different shade of blue.

Jeremy wore a dirty orange t-shirt under his jumper and he wore brown loafers. Dougie wore tube socks and dirty, off-white skater shoes and an ordinary white T-Shirt.

I was wearing a green and white striped polo and jeans and shoes like Dougie's, only white and not as dirty. Dougie threw a jumper at me. "Try this on for size." he said.

It was a perfect fit. Aunt Margaret told me to go and feed the chickens with corn. I walked over to the barn in the field which was in a corner by the fence, in the very far upper-right of the field. There, I bumped into Mary.

"Hey, Sammy." she said.

"It's Danny." I corrected.

"Hey, Danny." she said again, correcting herself.

"Hi...Hi, Mary." I smiled at her.

"So what do you do?" she asked.

I started feeding the chickens. She was milking some cows. "Well, like Doug said, we're in a band right now...and obviously I'm working for Aunt Margaret. How about you?" I asked.

"I'm a hairdresser and I work for your Aunt Margaret too, obviously." she explained.

"Oh." I said, continuing to feed the chickens. "What's up with Jeremy? I overheard you talking to him about something off-limits." I confessed.

"Jeremy's...different. He's gay." she explained. I stopped feeding the chickens. "But he's really nice, though, you'll warm up to him. Dougie did. Jeremy actually had a crush on Dougie for a while." she added.

"Oh...Interesting." I said. "Hey, do you do perms?" I asked Mary.

"Yeah, why?" she asked back. "You have a sister who wants one?"

"I have a sister, Vicky, yeah, but she doesn't want one... I actually want my hair permed straight." I confessed.

She started laughing. "You? Really? I'd like to see your real hair." she smiled.

"No! No, please, no." I begged.

She got up from her chair and picked up a pail full of water. "It's a little cold." she said quietly.

"Ah!" I yelled as I started running in the field.

She was chasing after me with the pail. "You okay there, mate?" asked Dougie from afar, who was taking care of all the poo in the field.

"Doug! Help!" I screamed back.

"It's just a little cold, Danny!" Mary said as she caught me, dunking the water all over my head. My hair was going in curls and my suit was getting wet. "Aw, look at you! Your hair's cute." she smiled.

"No, it's not, it looks like pubes." I said as I covered my head. "You owe me a free perm." I explained.

"Calm down, girly-boy, I'll give you a perm right after we finish working, okay? I promise." she smiled.