John was born in the forest, in an old cabin his ancestors made. He had been seldom sent to the city for supplies, but mostly in an emergency. For example, if his family couldn't grow crops, he would leave to the city to get food. "John, could you go get new clothes? Your current ones have had holes in them for ages," Said his mom. "You've been saying you'd get new ones." John said, "Sure, no problem." And he went off. On the way back, he saw this weird, blue glow out of the corner of his eyes. He thought it was nothing. Eventually he got home. "John, what took you so long, you idiot?" Said his little sister, Charlotte. "I got some clothes, and don't worry, I got some for you too." He said. "You know I hate it when you get me clothes, right? Or are you just trying to annoy me?" She said. "Oh sorry. I forgot." He lied. His sister had been mean to him since the second she was born. Literally. She said "You suck", pointing at him, right when she'd lay eyes on him. "Dinner's ready," Yelled his mom. When he was done, he went to bed, not knowing what was going to happen tomorrow.