Thread: Country Family Adventures (Ruphhausin & Juicy Fresh)

As the six teens approached I just ignored their looks and their smirks. I had considered, when seeing them, befriending them so I had something to do after all, I thought I'd be stuck here a lone with nothing to do. But then they opened their stupid bad-ass mouths and I just wanted to punch them in the face. That befriending thought exploded in my face and the idea vanished quickly. They thought it was funny how I was stuck here, but it wasn't. Nevertheless, I kept my mouth shut and just listened to what they said, all of their judgments. The funniest part was that they think they know who I am but they were probably just like me, if not still are just like me. I was a spoiled brat, but I had another side. A dark side many people thought was my bratiness, but it's not. The bratiness is my good side, my bad side is... is something people don't want to see. I shook my head as they continued to blabber on what they thought about me. I just continued to get my stuff inside, which was opposite to what I had asked before. I liked to boss people around, but all in all, I got the job done if no one else did. I had brought in about 11 boxes before one of the girls, Elektra or some shit like that, started to throw around these words and predictions about me. For the most part, outside, she was right, But entirely wrong about the reason I was here, and very wrong about my wealth. Of course, Uncle Military makes her feel all ego-proud by telling her she's right, even when she's not. What a prick. I loaded another two boxes into the house. I only had a few boxes left to go, they were piling up like a pyramid in the living room since I still had no answer where my room was. I figured it'd be near your room, since you were going all King Power on me. I was silent for the most part, but my voice pierced into the chitter chatter of the teens, interrupting both you and the kids. You're wrong. All of you. I paused, they all looked up. I grabbed another box and hauled it to the house. I'm a rich, bitch, money-hogging hitch. I run my own game, and if no one listens, I make shit happen. That part, you got right, but anyone can get that right by the way I talk, dress, and move my body. Parties? Maybe, but what teenager doesn't? But you're terribly wrong on why I'm here. I'm not here for your little fuckin' D-Tox. I'm not a junkie or a crackhead whore. I'm under house arrest, or, I laughed, Farm arrest if you'd like to call it. I dropped the box on the ground and walked back towards the driveway. I was arrested for different reasons. I'm not your average spoiled teen. I paused, as if going to say things further, but I don't. I let it sit there and let them wonder. When one of them bumped into me, I dropped my box and my contents spilled down the front deck stairs. I turned to face him and slammed my hands into his chest, throwing him against the open door. He fell to the ground and looked up at me in surprise. Don't fuckin' touch me. I had a bad temper, and it only got worse with the death of my parents. Don't act like you know me because you don't. I looked out at you, I could see you watching me as I bullied one of the guys who knocked me. I started to pick up my stuff and put it back in my box. I got so angry because the contents of the box were my drawings, and now they were all dirty all over the floor. Oh, and in case you were wondering, I was arrested for assault. My boyfriend fucked another girl so I ran his crotch over with my car. They looked terrified. And you don't want to know what I did to the girl he slept with. Was I lying? Yeah, kind of. It was true for the most part. I had ran someone over, but I was under the influence of alcohol and I had snorted cocaine, I wasn't addicted though. Before the car accident, I had also gotten into a cat-fight with a girl, ripped out her earrings, tearing her ears, pulling out her hair, and breaking her nose. It was a bad fight, plastered all over youtube because it was predictably filmed. To say the least, I won the fight. Whether the man I hit was my ex, and the girl I fought his mistress, was unknown. It was nice to put fear in them, made me feel like I was in control which was something I was losing more and more each day. I didn't look like the aggressive type, but that's what made me dangerous. When they walked away and left us alone, I started to laugh. I found it amusing. I shook my head a little, but then the cops arrived. Is she stiring up trouble again? One of the officers smiled. She walked over to me, Ankle please. I smirked and sat on the stairs. I looked up to him and seductfully lifted my leg up like a stripper. The officer had widened eyes and cleared his throat before delicately taking off my high heels. Uhm, He looked awkward, as if trying to swallow down some lustful thoughts of his. I smiled. He placed the bracelet on my ankle. It was black, thick, and bulky with a retacgular block with a green light on it. It's been activated. He said, If you step out of the perimeter, which is 50 meters around the house, the light will turn red and flash. You have 20 seconds to get yourself back in the perimeter. If you surpass the 20 seconds, police will be on their way here and you will get a warning. Two times, and you're back in jail. Understood? How about 3? I tried to negotiate and charm my way through. He smiled and laughed a little. Sorry pretty, can't negotiate the law. He patted my leg. He was full of shit. I heard what he said when he told you you could take it off. The bracelet is cut-proof, water-proof, pretty much everything proof. The only way you can get it off is with this activation key, or if you cut your foot off. He handed you the key. How corrupt giving the key to my Uncle. Were they stupid? Hank would shit flip if he saw that. They left. Now we were alone outside. I put my foot back down and put on my heel again. I was still sitting on the stairs. I cross my right leg over my left. So how much did you pay them for that key? I grinned, ' Can't negotiate the law ' HAH! I laughed out loud, What a joke.