A/n: When I finally was able to get back to this story, it blew my mind that it reached 11k reads! Chapter 9 is still in the works and I promised to upload something. So for now, please enjoy this one shot dear readers~
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You are 20 years old, and today is the day you are finally free. Lets just say that some rich relative of yours (whom you have never even heard of or met) had passed away, and they left you their entire horse ranch in their will. You immediately decided to move out and live there, disregarding the protests of your parent(s). They have always pressured you to be somebody you are not in some sick attempt to accomplish their own lost dreams. In the process, you were not allowed to pursue your passions or be even yourself. In fact, after you made it clear that you were not changing your mind, they retaliated by locking you in your room.
You weren't allowed to come out for anything; like meals and bathroom breaks, until you submitted to their rule. They wanted you to put the will in their name(s) instead, so that they can sell the ranch and use the money for their own, personal agendas. That was corrupt and unfair to both you, and your deceased relative. This horse ranch was their entire life's work.
While you were on lock down, you secretly packed your phone charger and some clothes in your backpack in preparation to run away. The horse ranch was in another state, and you have been saving up your birthday allowance (which you received in secret from your now deceased grandparents) for emergency situations such as this one. Counting the money, you luckily had enough for a one-way train ticket and a taxi ride, with ten bucks to spare as food money. Your parent(s) confiscated your phone and locked it in the kitchen drawer, but you weren't concerned.
You researched how to pick a lock before this whole fiasco.
At three in the morning, you had successfully managed to escape from your room and retrieve your phone, all thanks to your new pick-locking skills and vast amounts of determination. Your parent(s)' room was near the front door, so you were going to have to climb out the window in your room. As cliche as it sounds, your room was on the second floor, so your parent(s) have been imprisoning you like some helpless (prince/princess). But you are no (princess/prince). You're a freaking (king/queen) and you will be your own boss! With that, you went Assassins' Creed out the window.
(Time-skip brought to you by an eagle: AAAAW!)
In the morning, you called the attorney who gave you the will and explained your situation. You swear, you could 'feel' those gigantic eyebrows of his rise after you gave your testimony. Nonetheless, Mr. Smith ensured that your parent(s) will receive nothing if and when they try to do something shady. He even contacted your deceased relative's friend, who was also the horse ranch manager at the moment- to help you settle in.
After your taxi ride, you were greeted by an enthusiastic character named Hanji Zoe.
"It is so great to meet you, (Mister/Miss) (L/n)! Eyebrows told me everything. You are so brave! Of course, I don't know you personally, but I can tell you'll handle this horse ranch real smoothly!"
The handshake was a bit overly-excessive, but it was still nice. When it ended though, Hanji grabbed you by the arm and practically sprinted through the pristine gates of the "Wings of Freedom Horse Ranch". Your backpack was left behind, but you didn't care. Your phone charger was shoved in your pocket after you nearly missed the designated train station, and you also inherited a lot of money. We're talking thousands of dollars, maybe even more. You can buy new clothes if the backpack gets stolen.
When Hanji had finally stopped, you were standing in front of the red wood horse stables. It was huge! There definitely were at least a hundred or so horses in there. The winged emblem was polished and it shone proudly above the entryway. You were examining it when Hanji's voice brought you back to reality.
