Arrivals...There Goes The Neighborhood

This is modern twist on how the Native Americans felt when explorers stole their land.

There was a small town named Lonesville with a population of less than 2,000. People really knew everyone's name because barely anybody inhabited the place. It was a close-knit community, with everyone sharing a personal bond with each other. Although the town was small in population, it used less than 1/16 of the 234 square miles they actually owned. On their '50s-styled televisions, many of the "Loners", as they called themselves, would hear a lot of people comment on how "crazy they are for not taking advantage of all of that land," or, "if I ran that town then it would be the Los Angeles of the Midwest by now!" The Loners would simply shrug off their comments and continue to live their modest, simple life. This was more than than could ever be asked for to them.

A week later, a diverse family of five grandparents and seven adults-young and older-arrived in Lonesville. The townspeople greeted them with kindness and gifts, though they were baffled at how a family could contain Caucasians, African Americans, Latinos, and Asians. More mind-boggling was the fact that there were no children. The family laughed it off and explained that they were adopted family members, and they weren't sure why there were no children in the picture. Nonetheless, the Loners welcomed them with open arms and seats at their finest diner. 

At dinner, the family told them they were called the Jones', and that they had come from a small town in Nebraska. Concluding that Nebraska was not the most popular place, the people of Lonesville were happy to meet more small-town people like themselves. After dinner, they let the Jones' stay in their best inn until a real living arrangement could be worked out for them. The Jones' thanked them once they got to their room and bid them goodnight. Behind closed doors, the "Jones'" each pulled out their special advanced technologies; their laptops, phones, tablets, Mp3s, etc. 

In the next few months, the people of Lonesville had really grown to like the Jones family. They liked their urban, yet modest outlook on life. It was change for the Loners. The Jones family had expressed that they specialized in shoe-making and had shown different townspeople all of their designs. From gym shoes to flats to boots, everyone was amazed and intrigued at their craft; all except the two oldest people in the town-whom happened to be the mayor and the mayor's wife. They were okay with their brown, black, and tan old shoes. They believed that feeding into this new style would eventually lead to modernizing in other areas, and the main goal for this town was to maintain a simple way of life.

The Jones' had expressed to the Loners several times that they could make everyone shoes like theirs if they would help them get their own shoe factory. The Loners grew more and more drawn to the idea of having new shoes. So they would beg and plead their mayor every day to allow the Jones' to build a new shoe factory, but they always said "no". Finally, the Jones' took matters into their own hands and made a personal visit to the mayor's office themselves. They sat down with him and his wife and pulled out a bottle of wine disguised as apple cider. The mayor and his wife took some, immediately enjoying the flavor as the Jones' talked about a new shoe factory proposal. They mayor constantly rejected it until he started feeling a little funny. Suddenly, he and his wife thought a new shoe factory was a wonderful idea. They thought, why not even a new city upgrade? So the Jones' pulled out a contract, in which the mayor hardly skimmed over and gladly signed. The Jones' all smiled at each other with a deeper meaning in their eyes. 

A week later, many people were awakened by the loud sounds of construction. People rushed out of their houses to see several plots of lands being constructed on. The sight was appalling enough to make some people cry. They thought that there would be a few people working to make a new shoe factory, not hundreds of men working on several different buildings. More and more workers were arriving by the minute. Suddenly, a few Loners spotted news cameras and a reporter standing in front of one construction site. They rushed over and saw that she was actually talking to the Jones family. They listened intently to their interview. 

"So I'm here with the chief developers of Jones' Oak Branch Development and Construction Co. from Manhattan, New York. How does it feel to be the group that finally convinced this town to urbanize?" The reporter asked. "Oh, it feels wonderful. For a long time we saw this place as a waste of precious land. We're hoping to be able to convert it into a major capital of the nation, maybe even the world!" one "Jones" replied. "And how hard was it to convince everyone to let you do this?" inquired the reporter. One of the Latino "Jones'" replied, "oh, the townspeople immediately loved the idea; it was the mayor that took some convincing. But all it took was a bit of "loosening up" and they eventually saw that our plan was a good plan. They wasted no time in signing our contract." The Loners all turned heads toward the mayor and his wife, who looked more shocked than any of them. "I swear," the mayor started, "I was not in my right mind when I signed whatever it was. Those bastards got me drunk off their fake apple cider and convinced me! I never wanted this to happen!" The Loners knew he was telling the truth and silently cried as they watched their modest, simple Lonesville being destroyed and turned into a major-scale city. Their classic lifestyles would never be the same, and they rued the day the "Jones'" first came into town for the rest of their lives.