Evee made it down the driveway unscathed and stashed the pepper spray on the porch so she could carry it back to the mailbox in the morning. Her house was a small, grey, wooden thing that her father had built himself when he and her mother had first gotten married. The blonde high schooler unlocked the door and pushed it open with her shoulder, dumping her backpack unceremoniously in the entryway when she made it inside. Evee's parents were visiting her Uncle Jack in Minnesota, so she made herself a sandwich and ate it before she went back outside to feed the chickens.

By the time the teen gets out to the chicken coop, it's around 6:15 in the evening and the sun has pretty much set behind the tree line. As Evee dipped the bucket into the chicken feed, a streak of light lit up across the sky, which caused her to pause and look up at the sky. Seconds later, more lights, varying in size and color, began shooting over the horizon. Evee froze and stared, awestruck by what looked like a firework show. "Woah," she breathes, mesmerized by beautiful night sky.