Freya wiped away the sweat that had gathered on her forehead with her forearm. She was exhausted from spending the day cleaning up the old building that would soon be her very own General Store. She still had so much to do; but anything like this would be better than her awful living conditions in the old, smelly hotel room in the city. She dusted the cobwebs from the corners, wiped the dirt and dust from the walls, swept and mopped the floors, and finally looked around the room. The cleaning alone had really brightened the place up. The walls were a soft blue, and the room had nice, now-shiny hardwood flooring. Her guitar was sitting in the corner from the break that she had taken earlier. There were a few empty tables and shelves in the room, along with a counter that had a small, old cash register sitting atop it. There was a large board laying on the counter next to the register, with floral decorations and colorful words that spelled out "Sugar Pine General Store" in still wet paint. There was a door behind the counter that led to her kitchen, dining room and bedroom.
	She glanced at the clock on the wall above the entrance and gasped. She was going to be late for the party! She dashed through the door leading to her bedroom, nearly stubbing her toe on the counter on the way. She ripped open her closet door and immediately clutched a pair of jeans, her favorite pair of black boots, and a yellow and black flannel shirt. She put her makeup on as quickly and as carefully as she could, then ran out of her front door, braiding her hair to the side on her way out. She quickly paced down the street and towards Greenleaf lodge.