Life in the city had never been great. I had always been a little bit of an outcast in school. I never made it into the social life there and most kids avoided me. I had good grades and was usually the best in my class in all subjects. Could that have been the case? Jealousy? I guess I was smart and a bit of a know it all. My name is Eric and I'm a jack of all trades. I spend most of my spare time tinkering with things in my life, but I have also worked as a craftsman in my uncle's workshop and garage. I also have interests in science. I know how to make machines tick, but I don’t understand how people act most of the time.
I decided I could not stay in my neighborhood when I was growing up. I needed to start my own life someplace else, which meant new challenges. My first challenges was finding my own place. After my 18 th birthday I found a small cottage in the countryside. I had not thought about the country at all. My whole family were city dwellers as far back as I could remember.
I knew nothing about the country. Although that meant it could be fun. The cottage was a small one room house on a ranch. The family owning it didn’t need the extra space and decided to rent it out, for whoever was willing to pay. The rent was not expensive and it was a complete change of environment, so I thought: what the hell, why not?
A week later I had packed all my bags and said my farewells to my family. My sisters didn’t want me to leave. I don’t know why, I thought they had always thought I was a pain in the ass. That was until, I was leaving. My parents helped me buy a train ticket and after a few hours I arrived to the small community of Youngsville.
I was the only person getting off the train. The wheels under the train shrieked and I winced as the train slowly began moving along the tracks. Once gone I was able to notice a peaceful small town with farms in the surrounding area. I saw a sign in the window of the small train station: Youngsville’s Population 568. I checked my phone’s notes for the address and I began heading towards my new home. The only problem was, which way?
I looked around for anybody who could help me. But there was not soul in sight. My first thought was to check the small train station in front of me. I walked towards it and stepped into a small hall. I heard a voice from the other end of the hall so I headed in that direction. There was a booth where a very obese man, around his mid-forties, was sitting and sleeping. In front of him on the counter was a small bell. I rang it.
“AH! What, what? Who are you?” The man said in a strong strange dialect after being startled by the ringing bell.
“Hi, I’m Eric. I just arrived with the…” I was able to say before the fat man interrupted me.
“With the train bla bla bla, you city slickers, never coming here to buy or invest something. Tell me where you’re heading so I can get back to my nap,” he asked as he sat up straight.
“I’m trying to find this address,” I said and showed him my phone. He looked closely and his jaw slowly began to fall. He had a horrible breath and was sweating a lot.
“What you want that for? You coming to fix something?” he inquired and gave me a strange look as he wiped sweat drops from his temple.
“Uh, no, no. I’m coming to move in, I just rented the place. I’m trying to find my house. I got my bags here with me,” I replied and he was stunned!
“Aw heck! A new fella? A young new fella moving into town? Why didn’t you say so!? Haha! Becky! We got us a newcomer!” He yelled happily and a young woman appeared out of nowhere! And she was naked! “Meet my girl, Becky.”
“Well hi! What’s your name and where are you from?” Becky asked me and pressed herself up against her father, at least, I think he was her father.
