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{Oh God, sorry about the cheesy title..}
Sierra was woken up by bright light steaming into her room.
"What the hell?" She muttered, peeking through one eye.
Her maid, Kylee, stood in front of her.
"I'm sorry, miss. But your mother has ordered me to get you up, and to get your things packed."
Sierra sat up in bed, still groggy. Her head was pounding.
What had she had to drink last night?
"Packed for what...?" She asked, her throat was dry and sore, making her voice come out in a whisper.
"She's sending you off, Miss."
Sierra jumped up, and ran down the stairs, stumbling a bit.
"What the fuck mom? Why am I being sent off?" She called out angrily.
Her mom was at the kitchen table, looking amused.
"Sierra, watch your language. You're going to live with a friend of your fathers, on a farm. I think it might do you some good."
She had her arms crossed.
"But why?"
"You're out of control. Do you even remember what happened last night?"
"Um.. I went out to a party with Brit and Tristan.."
Sierra closed her eyes to think.
"And I had a few drinks, mom.. And... I came home?" She said hopefully.
Her mom shook her head.
"No. You had more than a few drinks. And according to Brit, you snorted some shit too. You went to a back room with some guy and fooled around, then drank some more. You came home, supported by Tristan, and puked all over my cashmere sweater. I put you in bed."
Sierra looked at the floor.
"It was just a bit of fun."
"No, Sierra. You're too late. You're leaving in an hour, so get ready."
Sierra ran back upstairs angrily, and packed her bags.
She couldn't argue with her mom when she was like this.
Sierra was woken up by bright light steaming into her room.
"What the hell?" She muttered, peeking through one eye.
Her maid, Kylee, stood in front of her.
"I'm sorry, miss. But your mother has ordered me to get you up, and to get your things packed."
Sierra sat up in bed, still groggy. Her head was pounding.
What had she had to drink last night?
"Packed for what...?" She asked, her throat was dry and sore, making her voice come out in a whisper.
"She's sending you off, Miss."
Sierra jumped up, and ran down the stairs, stumbling a bit.
"What the fuck mom? Why am I being sent off?" She called out angrily.
Her mom was at the kitchen table, looking amused.
"Sierra, watch your language. You're going to live with a friend of your fathers, on a farm. I think it might do you some good."
She had her arms crossed.
"But why?"
"You're out of control. Do you even remember what happened last night?"
"Um.. I went out to a party with Brit and Tristan.."
Sierra closed her eyes to think.
"And I had a few drinks, mom.. And... I came home?" She said hopefully.
Her mom shook her head.
"No. You had more than a few drinks. And according to Brit, you snorted some shit too. You went to a back room with some guy and fooled around, then drank some more. You came home, supported by Tristan, and puked all over my cashmere sweater. I put you in bed."
Sierra looked at the floor.
"It was just a bit of fun."
"No, Sierra. You're too late. You're leaving in an hour, so get ready."
Sierra ran back upstairs angrily, and packed her bags.
She couldn't argue with her mom when she was like this.