To Watch, Raise and Harvest (Finished... For Now)

There were pebbles under the tires as they stopped, making a rustling sound rise through my mind.
         “Everlyn, wakeup my dear. You are finally here.” The Watcher’s mouth pumped with less excitement and more dread.
Waking to a burning light I rose from the seat, as my eyes came to grasp a dirt road surrounded by deserted fields.
         “Are we here? Are you sure this is it? I’m almost certain there was more greenery within my slumbering state of wakeful sights.” I said with my weary tone.
         “This is the spot you marked upon your slumber dear, perhaps we shall wait.” The Watcher lit up a joint to mark the beginning of our wait.
I walked around the empty trailer that the Watchers cleaned up as our designated home for the remaining hours. Kicking stones and blowing into grass to pass the time. I laid sunbathing on top of the 57 Chevy Hire that brought us here. The Harvest live under a harsher sun, but luckily my genes protect me from it’s harmful rays.  
I must have been asleep for fifteen minutes before I heard else’s tires come rambling down the dirt road. I opened my eyes upon a large white bus with the Harvest Youth hanging out. They chanted and smiled and sung songs. Once they saw myself they called out to me.
          “Oh here comes some fresh meat,” “Hey hey what do ya’ say New Girl?” called the girls upon the bus.
          “Hey there honey you’re looking mighty fine, there baby” The males cooed.
But I set my sights on the male near the back of the bus, hanging partially out the window. He looked up briefly only to brighten his eyes and smile.

                It was then that I knew I had found the answer.