You were absolutely livid. Your father decided you were loving city life a bit too much and flew you down to your hometown, Crowley Corners, Tennessee.

You haven’t been here in years, for good reason. It was ugly, stinky, and there was damn near nothing to do.

So here you were, sitting on a random plot on your Grandma Ruby’s farm, with nothing to do.

“Woah!” You hear someone call out not far from you.

You’re eyes widen as you see a horse barreling at you.

You stand up quickly and all but screech as the big creature stops just a few feet ahead of you. You step back and end up tripping and falling backwards.

There was a blonde haired man that was following not far behind the horse, who witnessed the whole thing. He snickered.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” He teases.

You were so different than he remembered.