Your group had recently found a farm. Nobody was really sure how long you were gonna stay there, the old man running the place couldn't decide.

You weren't too social. You were in the group, but you felt detached.. so the people at the farm were the same. You didn't take time to talk to any of them.

You had run to the washroom just to wash your hands after getting some dirt on them, and a blonde girl leaned on the doorframe.

"How long are you gonna be staying on my Daddy's farm?"