The floorboards of my small farmhouse creaked as I swung gently in the porch swing. Handed down by my grandparents, this was their old home back when Reckford was brand new. The paint was once a bright baby blue, and now a dull grey trying to be blue once more. The trim was still white with the plain wood showing where it peeled. I enjoyed my home very much but its rickety outside looked dusty and unwelcoming to outsiders.<br/>Where the patio began, led to a small two step down to the garden that I never kept up on. My green thumb consisted of two dying herb plants in my windowsill. Most of the town could grow their own food out here, if the air wasn't so full of pollution.<br/><br/>From my porch I can't see much outside of the town, the road in front of my house wasn't paved and across from that was my neighbor. Their home was much newer than mine so its two story/basement home was much safer in an emergency. I watched my neighbor across the street look out their second story window, overlooking the center of their driveway where her husband was banging around the hood of his car. Her face contorted with confusion as she tried to overlook his shoulder that was blocking her view. She wasn't a pleasant women, I assumed she was never meant to touch the country life. Facial features like a hawk, her grey eyes would seem like they were judging you at every word. I make it a point to not cross her when im home, whenever that may be. My long hours at the bar kept me from running into any of my neighbors, Many of them just couldn't understand why I would take a city job. After all of the things my grandparents worked for here in Reckford, they assumed me to be a traitor to my legacy.<br/><br/>I checked my wrist watch, it was 4:30 pm. I grabbed out my name tag from my back pocket, something i try not to wear when im home. "Calmina Shue" It said right across the front, along with my manager title. "time for work," I spoke to myself, as I got up from the porch swing and headed over to my Motorcycle.<br/>