The year was 2003. You lived in London. You were just fourteen, and one night your parents died in a car crash. The only relatives that could take you in where you aunt and uncle. They lived on a farm in the middle of nowhere. You were very upset when you had go live with them because you would have to leave the city and your friends.

When you arrived, you were given your own, nice bedroom. They also let you pick out a kitten since their barn cat had just given birth, so you took a sweet calico kitten.

A few months into your stay, you met the neighbors son. He was 15 years old, and his name was Sawyer. He was a bit talker than you, very thin, curly brown hair and dark eyes. The two of you hung out all the time. His father was a farmer as well. One day, when you and Sawyer were in a little hideout in an unused room in the barn, you lost your virginity to him, and since then the two of you constantly were together, and would sometimes sneak into each other's rooms at night.

It was a gloomy morning when you awoke. Your cat purred as she laid on your pillow. What would you do today?