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6/25/2025, 10:32:55 PM
ok here's the first part of the Hill-Billie greentext, and you know the drill
>The Hillbilly and the City Girl
>The next few days were a blur of restless boredom, punctuated by the lingering memory of that unsettling first encounter.
>Then the dreams started.
>Grace stood in a blinding white room.
>Her parents, their faces stern and unyielding, loomed over her.
>"Grace," her mother began, her voice echoing unnaturally, "we've decided. You're moving with Aunt Ellie. To Cowpie County. Permanently."
>"No! No, you can't!" Grace screamed, her voice cracking with terror.
>"Please, no! Take me back to the city! My friends! My life!" She shook her head violently, tears blurring her vision.
>Then, from the corner of the blinding room, a familiar, gap-toothed grin emerged from the shadows.
>Billie. Mud caked her bare feet and hands, just as Grace had last seen her.
>"Yup, that's right, city slicker," Billie drawled, stepping closer, her smile widening.
>"This here's your new life. You're stuck with me now. You're one of us."
>"NO!" Grace shrieked, recoiling.
>Billie chuckled, a low, guttural sound, and thrust something into Grace's hands. A small, cloudy mirror.
>Grace stared at her reflection, and her blood ran cold.
>Staring back was not the Grace she knew.
>Her hair was wild and unkempt, a crooked, gap-toothed smile stretched across her face, and her pristine city clothes were replaced by muddy overalls.
> She was a hillbilly. A wave of pure horror washed over her.
> "No! No, no, no!" she screamed, the mirror falling from her trembling hands as she stumbled backward.
>Grace shot upright in bed, drenched in sweat, her heart hammering against her ribs.
>The nightmare clung to her like a shroud. She scrambled out of bed, tripping over her tangled sheets, and rushed to the small, chipped mirror in the bathroom.
>Her fingers flew to her teeth, then frantically patted her hair and felt her face.
>A sigh of immense relief escaped her lips.
>The Hillbilly and the City Girl
>The next few days were a blur of restless boredom, punctuated by the lingering memory of that unsettling first encounter.
>Then the dreams started.
>Grace stood in a blinding white room.
>Her parents, their faces stern and unyielding, loomed over her.
>"Grace," her mother began, her voice echoing unnaturally, "we've decided. You're moving with Aunt Ellie. To Cowpie County. Permanently."
>"No! No, you can't!" Grace screamed, her voice cracking with terror.
>"Please, no! Take me back to the city! My friends! My life!" She shook her head violently, tears blurring her vision.
>Then, from the corner of the blinding room, a familiar, gap-toothed grin emerged from the shadows.
>Billie. Mud caked her bare feet and hands, just as Grace had last seen her.
>"Yup, that's right, city slicker," Billie drawled, stepping closer, her smile widening.
>"This here's your new life. You're stuck with me now. You're one of us."
>"NO!" Grace shrieked, recoiling.
>Billie chuckled, a low, guttural sound, and thrust something into Grace's hands. A small, cloudy mirror.
>Grace stared at her reflection, and her blood ran cold.
>Staring back was not the Grace she knew.
>Her hair was wild and unkempt, a crooked, gap-toothed smile stretched across her face, and her pristine city clothes were replaced by muddy overalls.
> She was a hillbilly. A wave of pure horror washed over her.
> "No! No, no, no!" she screamed, the mirror falling from her trembling hands as she stumbled backward.
>Grace shot upright in bed, drenched in sweat, her heart hammering against her ribs.
>The nightmare clung to her like a shroud. She scrambled out of bed, tripping over her tangled sheets, and rushed to the small, chipped mirror in the bathroom.
>Her fingers flew to her teeth, then frantically patted her hair and felt her face.
>A sigh of immense relief escaped her lips.
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