At twenty five years old, Wendy wasn’t sure if she was supposed to live a few blocks away from where she grew up. All of her friends from high school had long since permanently moved out of the sleepy town of Gravity Falls, leaving Wendy by herself. She didn’t mind this much; she had the distinct feeling that very few of her high school friends had actually grown up.
Now she was running the Corduroy Lumber Co. with the business management degree she’d worked four long years for. She didn’t mind running the family business, it was rewarding and it wasn’t as if anyone else would be willing to. Her father and brothers were much more excited about cutting trees down than running numbers and taking stock.
But early that rainy Friday morning, Wendy didn’t have anything pressing to do. She had caught up with her reports and paperwork earlier that week. She decided to take advantage of her favourite weather and take a hike through the forest. Umbrella and ax in tow, she began her walk. Trekking through the rainy forest in the morning was Wendy’s favourite thing to do; she only wished she had some company to talk to.
8:40 pm Thursday, August 21, 2014
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