"Let it slide, Sam. It can't be all bad." You replied.
"Maybe it's not." she said. Samantha picked up your pillow and hit you over the head.
"Hey!" You said.
"Don't call me Sam." She replied, giggling. Samantha left for her room.
You then got up and went to work, gaurding the crops. A few hours into the job two people were walking towards you. You picked up your shotgun and stood up, opposite end of the field.