Summer vacation; basically the definition of perfection. One year in college and back to your hometown for summer.

Your family owned a huge farm just outside of Augusta. Your everything was there, your old high school, the run down shopping mall, everything.

The farm was nearly 150 acres with a large house in the middle, you weren’t wealthy people, your dad just had a lot of land from farming demand which lead to him gaining a lot of land so he and the bread company he sold to could profit.

Your family were very strict people,but cared deeply for others. It was obvious, sometimes a random car would come down this road thinking it lead to an estate, but really, it just led here.So your parents would give them directions and help them out.

Sometimes people came down this road because their car broke down and they had nowhere to stay,and your dad would ask some questions and most likely let them stay the night.

And today was no different. You sat on your bed with a book in hand. Your windowsill was right next to your bed, so you sat there with your window open, letting the warm June air flow in and hit your face.

That’s when you heard a car roll down the road to your house, and once parked out hopped two men. You watched until they rang the doorbell and your dad answered. they were trying to sell something or fix something for a low price, but they failed to do so as your dad turned them down.

You watched as they both walked back to the car and drove to the road that led back to the main one before you stopped focusing.

You turned your attention elsewhere for a moment before you snap your head back when a loud bang of an engine exploding makes you look back.

They got out of the car and walked back to the house and we’re now speaking to your dad. Their engine had exploded and they now needed somewhere to stay,and your dad quickly agreed. So, here you were, watching them from your bedroom window as they attempted to fix their car in your driveway as you kept your head in your book the best you could.