The story of a young boy in his attempt to survive.
It was my second day on the farm. My family and I had just moved from the city. I never understood why we moved, all I knew was that I didn’t want to be here. I was a city boy and I knew it. A month before we moved, I couldn’t have stood the thought of living in the country, but now, it had became a reality.
I didn’t know what to do. I was already bored and it was only the second day on the farm! I decided to go out and have a look around our property. We had a massive amount of land and I didn’t know where to start. So I headed down the driveway towards the road. As I walked, I could see the five letterboxes in the distance, including ours and those of the surrounding properties. As I approached, I could clearly see we had no mail.
The only reason I stayed at our letterbox that day was because I could hear a car approaching. The car was playing my favourite song. I hadn’t heard it in ages because my iPod had gone flat weeks before and I had no other source of music. It was a nice reminder of my old life. The life I was happy with. The life I left.
To my surprise, the car pulled up next to me and the window opened. The man driving was wearing sunnies, had an awesome haircut and was tapping to the beat of the music. To me, he was the definition of “cool.”
“You like this song?” he asked. I nodded hastily. “I’ve got a spare CD at home that you can have if you’d like.”
“Thanks, but I don’t have a CD player,” I replied with a hint of disappointment in my voice.
“That’s not a problem!” the man said, “I’ve got a Walkman that I don’t use anymore. You can have it if you want.”
At that stage he had me convinced. I would have done anything he asked.
“Come, I’ll take you to my place and show you around,” I jumped into his car with no hesitation.
After only five minutes of driving, we pulled up at an old shack that seemed to be falling apart. The man looked at me again. He had lost the soft, friendly expression I had seen before and become a hardened, almost evil face. It was only then did I realise what I had got myself into.
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