Thread: Country Family Adventures (Ruphhausin & Juicy Fresh)

The court has sentence Ms. Gabrielle Krystina Long with 100 hours of community service and 2 months under house arrest. The judge starred me down as she placed the court papers down on her oak palace. She was tall, with brown graying hair, beady eyes and bags above her cheeks. Silver, thin, rectangular glasses fell down to the tip of her large nose. Ms. Long. She grabbed my attention. I looked up at her with intense attitude. It was obvious I didn't want to be in here and that this was a waste of my time. I wasn't happy with the court jurisdiction. I didn't think it was fair. There are consequences for your actions, do you understand? It's a great shame your parents have passed. At 17 years old, you should be more responsible than this. She shook her head, as if trying to scold me like my mother. She used her death against me and it irritated me to an uncontrollable length. Don't pretend like your my mother. I muttered out from my gritted teeth. I was looking down at my cuffed hands, but my angered eyes returned to face her. My lawyer nearly shit himself when I said that. He gave me a strong pinch on my arm to get me to shut up. I was risking to make things worse. The whole case I was quiet, not a single peep, but then, last minute when I've already received a break I open my big mouth. The judge was flabbergasted from my spit-back. She shook her head, but my lawyer swooped in to save my ass. Judge Morin, my client means no disrespect, I assure you this. Ms. Long is dealing with the death of both of her parents this is a very difficult time. I thank you for your generous- Yes, GENEROUS. That is exactly what this is, Ms. Long. The judge snarled at me. My lawyer continued to try and flirt his way to a better case. He nodded his head in agreement, Generous it is, but I have a small request to ask from you. The judge was about to slam her hammer against the board, but retracted, curios as to what he was going to say. She waved her hand for him to continue. Ms. Long has no family left. The only house arrest she would be completing would be either in Juvenal prison or the orphanage. She has no siblings, and no aunts or uncles, except one who lives in another state. Her eyes opened with interest. What is the name of this uncle? Once she got the information, she exited the court room to make a phone call. After 15 minutes, she returned. Your a lucky girl, Ms. Long. Your uncle is a very reputable man in his town. I understand he lives out of state, but I will agree to the offer your uncle made. Your uncle lives on a horse farm, correct? She asked me. I shrugged my shoulders. I wouldn't know. I haven't seen him since I was a kid. He left the family. I was cold when I responded the judge shook her head again but continued. Your uncle lives on a horse farm. You will spend the summer there under 2 months of house arrest. Lucky for you, the farm is in the country and there aren't many areas of trouble you can commit. She smiled, that little perky smile I hated so much. His farm so happens to offer free addiction-recovery courses during the summer to patients healing from drug and alcohol addiction. PERFECT for you to complete your community service. Legally, he is now your guardian, despite family disagreements in the past. You will move there this weekend and begin to complete your hours. Understood? That is my final judgment. She knocked on her desk. Please make your way to the exit in the back of the room. Two guards walked towards me and un-cuffed my wrists. I was free to leave with my lawyer who was a good family friend. This was all over now. But little did I know, something new was about to begin. Five days later, all of my belongings were packed in over 4 suitcases and 23 boxes. My parents belongings, including the house and the cars will be sold and the money placed in my youth account until I'm old enough to use it. I also received all of their worths and they so happened to have a large payout life insurance. Lucky me, I was rich. But I didn't seem to care. I was sludge in the backseat of the SUV that was leading the way of the moving truck. We had been traveling for a couple of days now and I was exhausted and to say the least, depressed and filled with anger. I hated my uncle. I didn't want to have anything to do with him. We finally arrived the farm, literally, in the middle of NOWHERE. A giant farm on a huge outskirt of land with no other houses of farms in sight. The only other farms I can see from here look like ants. And the shopping mall, the cell phone, the internet, obliterated. Before I complete this sentence, I will die of boredom. Pulling up to the driveway, my lawyer, Hank, got out of the driver's seat and opened the backdoor to let me get out. I looked up at him, not budging. He sighed but before he was going to pull me out I got out to cut him some slack. He slammed the door closed and I looked up at the huge amount of house there was in front of me. I turned to Hank and embraced him in a hug. He hugged me back, kissing the top of my head. You can always visit. And if anything goes wrong, I will do my best to get you out, OK? Your uncle is a good man, Goldie. I didn't tell you this, but on the move I found a document from your father. He claimed he would have wanted this for you. I held my tears back, I was stronger than that. I heard a click of the door and let go of Hank. I looked up to see my uncle exiting the house with a smile on his face.