[center][h2][color=0054a6]Sierra[/color][/h2][/center]
[center][b][u]Summer 1, 12:00PM[/u][/b][/center]
Sierra had taken the day off to volunteer with helping set up for the Summer Festival and she was already regretting it. She felt that as a citizen of Willow's Valley, she needed to be present and to participate, to show that she was pulling her weight and making a contribution since she spent most of her time by herself up on the mountain digging.  It miffed her to see so many people working so hard at something so utterly frivolous.

[color=f26522]"No you nitwit! That box goes behind the table, not on top of it!"[/color]

Sierra slowly moved the box down to where 'George' had indicated, closing her eyes, and fighting back the urge to punch the elderly man in the teeth.

[color=f26522]"Oh, by the way, I don't see you in church at all. There's a special festival sermon happening soon. We're getting back to work right after, so you better stick around,"[/color] the old man said, grinning as if he'd successfully corrected Sierra's deviant ways.

Sierra clenched her teeth and her fists, [color=0054a6]"...fine..."[/color] This man was someone's father, Sierra reminded herself.

[color=f26522]"I'll see you at the church then, I should change into my Sunday best!""[/color] George said and waved as he went home.

Of course, it was too far to go back up the mountain, change, and come back, not that Sierra had any intention to dress nice for 'God'. Not that she had anything to dress nice in anyways. She sighed and shambled over the the church.