“This is a trailer park. Noah is a music composer and works for the radio station with dreams of making money from making music. He’s a homebody, loner, and pot head. He’s in his mid twenties and his parents often try to visit him but he is antisocial, his best friend is his cat. His trailer is average sized and he’s pretty tidy and a good worker. One day he a move in van pull into the trailer next to him. This one is more vintage so not many people wanted it. But he sees it pull in none the less* “great”*he said looking out the window not thrilled to have another neighbor. *a few minutes later my car pulls up and it’s a cute early 2000’s car. You first think it probably another old person that will come knocking on your door complaining about the smell of weed or say you need Jesus. But instead step out. A young woman, maybe your age. I look to be biracial, and in this town that’s new. And I’m dressed nice. Not to flashy but I have white tennis shoes, slightly dirty and broken in, purple and pink striped socks that bunch up naturally, tan capri pants that still covers most of my shins,a Blue sweater and a light purple thin coat and colorful scarf, my hair curly and perfectly messy , I don’t wear much makeup and I go up to the mover men who are abodolutly adoring you. I huh. Amused, that you would be bold enough to wear something so bold in this part of pensilvania