I sighed as the plane descended, I was in Georgia and there was nothing that I could do about it. I hadn’t been there in years and now I was going to be spending the whole summer in the little hick town of Epson where my father had grown up. We used to spend every summer there, up until I turned eight and then we moved to Los Angeles and then the visits got shorter and further apart. Now I was seventeen and I could barely remember anything about the town. I guess things would come back to me when I got there; I mean small southern towns basically stayed the same.

            My grandfather had suggested sending me there for the summer when I got in trouble again. I was always in the tabloids; the rebellious daughter of the famous rockstar. My father was Raife Davies and I was Ashley Davies, trying to get out of my father’s shadow. I guess I had pushed it too far when I got drunk and then got pulled over and got a DUI, I was lucky that I didn’t crash and kill myself or others. I got off with a warning; I guess Daddy’s money is good for something. Now though I was being exiled to the middle of nowhere to spend the summer with my grandparents who were more than a little out of touch with the 21^st century. I landed in Atlanta then got on a smaller plane that would land in Columbus where my grandfather would pick me up for three hour drive back to Epson.

            I looked around the small airport for my grandfather after getting my two suitcases off of the tiny retrieval rack. I was going to get my sister Kyla to send me some more of my things once I got settled on the farm. Yeah, you heard right; farm. I was going to spend the whole fucking summer on a farm. I mean, it was prosperous; my grandparents were far from poor and their vast amounts of land attested for that but it was still frustrating.    

            I finally spotted him standing in the small reception area, looking nervous. Benjamin Davies hated large crowds; he was the strong silent type. He had many workers for his land but he still did a lot of the work himself, preferring to spend all his time working. He was very generous and everyone in his town respected him but he wasn’t so good at showing emotion. He was huge, standing at about 6’5 to my 5’3 and though he was older you could still see that he took care of himself. His faded jeans and plaid shirt were neat and I smiled when I realized that he had tried to look nice for me. His gray, thinning hair was parted perfectly and neatly combed to the side. His tan skin was spotted with freckles and you could still traces of the handsome young man that he used to be.