On the grasses of Janet's family's farm, you could see the sunshine sliding down the hill like a malicious snake. At sunrise, the snake woke up and slithered up the hill. Janet woke up before the snake, waiting for it to rise. She secretly wishes for the snake to be real. Janet loves animals a lot. On her Christmas list was maybe some books or a drawing pad, but always a house pet of some sort. Yet, she woke up on every Christmas, to only find her wanted puppy or pony crossed out in a thick, black marker. Oh, well.

Janet sits down on the fuzzy green grass and murmers, “Hope today, something special's going to happen.”

As the sun rises, she starts to get up, but hears a voice. “Janet, you know you do.”

She turns around cautiously, meeting her eyes with... nothing. “Must've been Billy.”

“Inncorrect,” the voice sneers before Janet begins to bawl.