Isabella hummed to herself as she walked along the well known path to Meg's house. She had walked it many times before, through the sun and rain, and a few times even in the snow. The Anderson and Monroe family had been friends for many years. Their families had both established a pretty stable farm, and were living off the fruitful land of Minnesota for quite some time now. They both helped one another during the extreme weather the state had to offer. It wasn't a big shock that Isabella and Meg were bound to be friends, whether they had been total opposites in personality or not. Thankfully for them, they both had a good head on their shoulders, and they both got along just fine. They both wanted to get out of this small town one day, and they both wanted some entertainment while they were stuck here.

Isabella kicked a stray rock as she approached the front lawn of the Anderson estate with the toe of her cowboy boot. Reaching up to the front porch she rang the bell two times, swiftly. She leaned back a bit, pasting a huge grin on her face for when Mr or Mrs. Anderson would open the door. If it was Meg, should would have still been smiling, it just wouldn't be that plastic one she tended to put on for the adults in town when she wanted to get something her way.