𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝘿𝙖𝙮..
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𝘑𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘦
"𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺?"
The 2018 Chevy Impala LT with a graphite gray exterior drives on the highway north in the middle lane and driven by thirty-one year-old Shona. Driving with both her hands, she was wearing a amboise-light pink and superwide leg ivory white pants. The purple lenses of her thick square frame sunglasses shield the sun beaming through the windshield.
"When we pull off the highway, there's a McDonalds. We can stop?"
Glancing over to the seventeen year-old, Joule was leaning back on the jet black leather interior. After five months of being in a group home, Joule was officially placed in a home two hours outside of her birth place in Gove City. The process long and felt like years for Joule having to share a room with a four girls in a building full of unwanted and taken young girls of all ages. Joule was an only child, so having her space invaded by girls she didn't know was a huge difference for the teen and not having anything to call her own with it all burning in the fire, Joule was given hand-me-downs items that didn't fit her.
A month before finally leaving the group home, Joule was taken to a private meeting with an attorney by Shona and found out about her parents leaving behind her a half a million dollar trust fund and college fund to pay for any college she chose to attend.
The whole Wednesday morning of Joule getting released from the group home, Shona took her to shop for anything she needed-clothes, shoes, range of toiletries-anything of a necessity. Thanks to the detective purchasing her new glasses, Joule was able to get her the same pair she had before-GUESS leopard-print, round metal frame.
Since the murder of her parents, Joule wasn't the same outgoing person with a sense of humor. She was closed off and not too talkative. Joule much rather stayed to herself these days.
Joule dressed in a oversized black graphic pullover and dark wash skinny leg jeans with ripped details. The small hoops were in both her earlobes and a Nike baseball cap covers her natural sandy brown hair that was threw in a back low bun carelessly-missing her usual wash and oil routines her mother had her on to keep her full hair healthy. But without those days, her locks was puffy and out of wack.
She reached up to grab the custom necklace with her parents initials around her with her index finger and thumb, hearing Shona's question over the soft neo-soul playing out the car stereo. "No.. I'm not hungry," she answered.
"You haven't ate all day." Shona pointed out, "I know you could eat."
"I'm good, Shona. Really."
Shona nods at her reassurance, continuing to the drive. She noticed the sign to her right and said, "Welcome to Gove City. We have arrived."
Joule watched out the window as Shona drove off the exit ramp. The further she drives into the new city, it was five minutes they stayed on the busy street before Shona turned left into a neighborhood and Joule caught a glance of the sign-Heritage Hills-before watching the tree-lined streets and the two story American Foursquare houses. It was quiet; one thing Joule could admit she was used to.
Shona turned onto another street within the neighborhood and six houses down, she was pulling in the concrete driveway of a pale yellow painted house. As Shona's vehicle came to a complete stop, the solid oak front door with oval and two side lights that has frosted beveled glass opened and coming out was the five-foot-ten woman with the skin the color of expresso brown. Her tall and full rectangle frame was wearing a paradox pink cozy sweater and light washed straight leg jeans. Her hair had gotten more silver at the front and styled up in a top bun on her head.
