woah, I’m already sucked into your story, I’m probably going to add it to my reading list- beautifully written and incredibly effective.
Stepping out of the car the heat hit me first, then the smell- a mix of cut grass and something entirely unpleasant. I don’t know what I did to deserve this assault on my senses- well, I know what I did to make my father think that I did but really, a little bit of fun shouldn’t warrant . . . this. My prison looms before me, a large farmhouse complete with a stable and the works. to another girl perhaps the prospects of the quaint farm would be attractive, my stepmother had attempted to make it out as a peaceful retreat- some time to think, but for me? this was pure unadulterated rural hell.