Nomad | Hawkeye FF ✓

WHERE IS EVERYONE?

Sophie has a quick temper, and gets annoyed easily at times. She can control her anger better, but she always allows it to get the better of herself.
-Evaluation Notes, Owner, Unknown.

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PRESENT DAY.
Sept, 8th 2018

CARS swooshed on the asphalt at 80 miles per hour, whizzing past Sophie's disheveled state on the side of the road. But who'd expect a teenager to clean up? They dress the way they want, do things the way they want and when they want. Luckily, in Sophie's case, she wasn't particularly a slob. In fact, some of her roommates would describe her as a slight clean-freak.

    Hands nuzzled in the free pockets of her brown leather jacket, matched with a mahogany t-shirt underneath, her shoulders rolled forward in attempt to stop a shiver colliding down her back. In a pair of black denim skinny jeans, ripped in both knees, Sophie continued to kick a stone along in her black and white converse sneakers. A short memory came back to her as she kicked along the stone on the edge of the gravelly side road.

    Continuing on her destination, a slight breeze bounced in the air and kissed her cheeks. The sweet wind was rather warm for it being the end of September. Fall was to spring in soon, but by the looks of everything, it still felt like summer. Scorching hot days, cold evening nights.

    Although the wind was taking a harsher turn in Sophie's face, she cranked her head up to the sky, taking note of the way the leaves were overturned on the tops of the trees. A telltale sign of a storm brewing from the east. The ones coming from the east were always the cruelest of storms.  

    Tightly clinging more to her jacket, she hugged the attire inward to warm her chest and stomach as her eyes slanted back towards the road. Her shoulder-length brown, chocolaty locks tied in a pony tail, flapped with the wind that came from behind her. She took one last turn that led her on a narrow dirt road.

    Ambling along the road, a sense of creepiness withered its way into Sophie's bones, injecting goosebumps all along her arms. Her heart unsteadily pounded faster and faster.

    Each step was like treading on thin glass under the full weight of her body. More memories resurfaced, memories she wished she could erase from her past, as each grueling stride took her closer to where she wanted to go.

    A raven had crowed in the evening air, the wind whisking the raspiness of the bird's voice to singly touch Sophie's ears. With a startled gasp, all thoughts vanished from her mind. Her legs came to a complete halt at the racket, then she turned a frown up at the creature perched atop a dead oak tree's branch.

    She blinked and moved back into the rhythm of her walk, when her steps faltered as she discovered that she had reached her destination.

    The old rickety house still stood to this day. Her home appeared to look seemingly the same as it had when she abandoned the structure. The traditional, two story, country farmhouse with a wrap around porch stood out in Sophie's eyes, making her gravitate towards home, sweet home. At least here, in her home, a part of her life wasn't torn out of the shredded lies and discomforted pain, she always carried in her heart.

    The black shingles on the roof remained perfectly in tact, only a little weather-beaten in certain areas. Sophie materialized up the entry steps forming in the middle of the house. Taking the last step, she walked over to the swing near the end of the porch, her fingertips grazed along the house's yellow siding as she did so.

    Two hanging flower baskets hang on either ends underneath the front porch, before the front door. The wilted flowers caught Sophie's sight immediately. Another long, lost memory fluttered into the sharp walls of her mind. She remembered having to help her mother hang up the heavenly blue morning glories after they bought the baskets that very summery, June day.