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North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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This is from Farmed Out By Christy Goodson. Chapter seven. I knocked on Anna's bedroom door, 5 a.m. The next day, fuzzy eyed and still wearing my pajamas. I wanted to catch her before she went out to the barn. Getting up had almost killed me. I had set the alarm for 4:30 a.m. and had smacked the snooze button over and over again. My mom slept through the whole thing. How the heck did Anna get up so early every day? Who is it? Anna said that the closed door, It's Maddie. I croaked and opened the door. She wore jean shorts and a red T shirt, and her hair was braided again. I wondered how long she'd been awake. Whoa, you're up early and I said, Can I borrow some clothes again? Did you only bring city clothes and asked, I felt my face turn pink. Uh, well, I am kidding, Anna said, grinning. Come in. She opened a drawer and rummage through it. Beside the dresser was a shelf with trophies and medals on it, along with photos of Anna wearing medals and standing next to her cow, Anna tossed me a T shirt and jeans. I unfolded the Navy blue shirt. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This is a Columbia University T shirt. Yeah, so Columbia is in New York City, I squeaked. My older brother Thomas is there on a math scholarship. She pointed to a computer in the corner of the room. The desktop photo was of her on a tall, dark haired guy at a beach. I know ancient, right, Anna said, turning to look at her computer. And we only have dial up. But it does the trick. Have you been there? I interrupted. I could feel my eyes bulging with excitement. I must have looked crazy. No, on a sugar head, but my parents have. I tried to imagine Ruth and Klaus in the Big Apple among all the taxis, crowds and skyscrapers. I really want to go, though. I've been saving up, Anna said. This was so surreal. I was talking about New York City with a farmer's daughter at five o'clock in the morning. Hang on, I said. I'll be right back