Trevor had just been uprooted and driven several hundred miles to live in his grandfathers old farm house, dirt farm. He’d begged you to come with him, he really didn’t wanna loose you as well as all his friends. Trevor had just jumped out the car and scanned the area for a moment before opening the back door for you. The house was old, and Trevor really didn’t like the look of it. His mom got out and smiled, “this is nice.” She said to a disgusted Trevor, “no, it’s not.”