We took a left off the main road, which led down to a farm.
The barn was big, brown and looked like it was going to fall apart.
Two girls outside of the barn were cleaning up a dark brown horse.
Looking out onto the right side of the car, there was a field. There must had been
over 10 cows in the field; there was a couple of baby cows too.

We pulled to a stop, when we got to the driveway. We were parked infront
of a navy blue 2 story house. Marc asked me if I wanted to go inside
and get cleaned up, because I was all dirty and had a little of blood
on my knee from the accident.
He led me inside, and showed me where the bathroom was.
I brought my bag into the bathroom with me that I grabbed before
I got out of the car to go in the pick-up truck with Marc.
I reapplied my blush on my face, when I first looked in the mirror.
I looked like hell. I was hell. I put some more mascara, and
darkened my eye liner, so I didn't look as pale.
I changed my shirt into a pink tighter tanktop, and rolled up my 
whitened jeans into capress. 
When I came out of the bathroom, I walked through the kitchen area
and I heard Marc talking in the room over from that. So when I got
into the living room, there was a mother  cradling a little baby girl in a maroon blanket. 
The lady looked like she had been crying, because her eyes were dark 
and red. She was wearing a bright lime-green shirt, with tan baggy shorts.
She gave a quick smile when I walked into the room, she 
stood up from the chair she was sitting on and put out her hand. 
I shook her hand and she said,
"Hello, nice to meet you Grace; I'm Martha, Marcs mom"
I replied "nice to meet you too" I gave a shy little smile to Martha 
and the little baby she was holding. Marc had told Martha what
had happened to me, and how I wasn't staying anywhere right now. So they
asked me if I wanted to stay for dinner.

About an hour later I was sitting at the kitchen table with 
Marc, Martha, Dave Marcs dad, and Courtney Marcs little baby sister.
We said Grace, and prayed before we all started to eat
all of the chicken and mash potatoes Martha had just made.
It smelled amazing, I was just thinking about how I haven't aten good food
like this in a while, because I always had to make myself my own food and I was 
never good at that.
Dave hesitated when he said to me 
"what brings you to this side of town? And what do your parents do for jobs"
I looked down at my food wondering how I should answer this..