Thread: A New Life (Lost Lamb & rpfiend_123)

It was astonishing how it took little more than a five hour plane ride to end up in the middle of nowhere. Sophie spent her entire life growing up in the heart of Los Angeles it was easy to feel displaced at the sight of simple rolling hills and the scarce collection of milking cows. Though, the true horror sank in once shed realized a necessity to actually call a taxi company and talk to another human. There were no ubers or lifts. There werent any clubs to sneak into and any secret parties that occurred out here were likely held in a barn, and not in the sarcastic way. That was likely the largest structure most people had in these parts. Waiting for her ride, attempts were made to process how people around here survived. The driver was overly friendly. In most cases, this was taken as polite and welcoming but the moody teenager just wanted to be left alone. He droned on for several minutes about the weather, attempting to drag some sort of conversation out of her until she finally snapped, Look, I have a ton of travel cash. Ill tip you more if you dont try to be polite. The entire time her eyes remained glued to the flawless screen of her cellphone. With no free wi-fi, she would be relying on cellular data. The longer the ride persisted the fewer bars she had. The rest of the ride was silent. Sophies parents had divorced at a young age. Left with her mother and rather hefty alimony and child support checks, the both of them learned to live a lifestyle that most people had to work for. It wasnt long before there was a step-father in the mix, yet as she grew and began to run with the wrong crowds, little effort had ever been put into correcting her wrongs. The gifts were plentiful and abundant in countless attempts to bribe the young girl into proper choices. She always had the latest fashions and with plenty of cash constantly on hand, nothing ever stopped her from spending every dollar she was given. For years her uncles farm was the threat of choice to knock some sense into her whenever she was caught out late or when they smelled alcohol on her breath. What drove them to the edge was her new habit of picking credit cards from their pockets and purchasing fine jewelry after claiming to be window shopping. It was a two hour drive and when they stopped, the girl was convinced there must have been a mistake. Nothing but a single-lane graveled path led to a two-story farm house about half a mile back. The driver was hasty to pull her designer suitcases from the trunk and set them at the side of the road. She paid the man, including a fifty percent tip. She didnt care, it wasnt her money. With a groan Sophie did her best to collect her belongings and roll her bags along the gravel. She was not dressed for a farm. In fact, in this area she wasnt dressed appropriately for her age, either. Nothing but a flowy, off-shoulder crop top draped over or torso and exposed far more of her leopard print bra than most would appreciate. Her modesty was barely maintained by means of stylishly ripped booty shorts. Her legs were fully exposed, her skin well-tanned in accordance to a true Californian lifestyle. All through the struggle her lengthy blonde tresses whipped about her face and neck, the wind throwing it any way it pleased. Finally, she arrived at the front door. Acting as though the past fifteen minutes hadnt been a struggle, she lazily ran her fingers through her hair and straightened her sunglasses before knocking on the door.