(Open, Dawn) I walk through the woods, enjoying the cool breeze and the fresh air. I hum happily to myself as I walk. I walk around a tree and yelp when I almost bump into someone. I quickly duck behind the tree and peek out. "S-sorry..."
Sandy glared at the farmer as he walked back to the farmhouse. She had been working for him for years but never had she received what she asked for. Now, almost nineteen years old, Sandy decided she would take what she wanted. Not ask.