Chapter 18- Scheming
In front of the house, the ground was just dirt. But it wasn’t the normal dirt that’s found under healthy grass. It was almost black, with rocks and ruts like it had once been a small river. There were patches of grass, but they were wilted and pathetic looking. There were no trees, unlike the rest of the neighborhood, which had at least one tree in their respective plots. There was nothing happy about the place. No birds flew in the sky above it, though it was perfectly safe and clean.
This, I did know.