So, I'm Sophia. Most call me Sophie, but I don't have any preference. I think you might already know this, but I'm an orphan. Oh. Yeah, I almost forgot. Here's the story...

I was in my little hut, three rooms, a bedroom, a bathroom, and a kitchen. I heard the wakeup call, and quickly got to the corn field. After three hours, I had picked seven barrels. My work was over, and I got a barrel of corn as payment. Next I went to the farm and got some meat for corn.
That night, I heard sounds. I got up to investigate, and saw a girl and two boys picking corn they had a bag, so they were obviously stealing. I crept up on the girl, who looked my age.

"Gotcha!" I yelped, grabbing her.

"Hey!" She wrenched her wrist from my hand.

"C'mon, boys!" She yelled, running.

"Samantha! Wait up!" Hollered the boy who looked like he was five. I think the other one was eight.
Oh, yeah. I'm eleven.
The girl, Samantha, did not replie, but kept running, me chasing her, when she did something unexpected.

She crossed the ridge.

Authors note:
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I'm sorry it's short. I'm new at this while writing stories thing, so don't get mad. Umm... So bye I guess.