Grace sighed, sometimes she didn't know why she tried. Her city had changed a lot since her parents had lived there. Families no longer seemed interested in god or being moral. A lot of the girls at her school were sluts. Having sex before marriage with different guys was going to send them straight to hell. Never would she be caught dead wearing anything most girls wore at her school. She'd stick to her regular length skirts and dresses.
Thus, she had brought it upon herself to try change their city. Volunteering to help the republican candidate, that held ideals similar to her family's; she had been going door to door to get people to vote for him but with little success.
As she approached the next house, her blue eyes spotted what appeared to be some flies. With her hand, she shoo'ed away the insects from around her short, blonde hair only to be bit by it. It didn't sting or itch, but it was just one more annoyance to add to her day. "Her flats would've been so much more comfortable then these heels..." she thought. Grace knocked on the door and waited.
Grace was surprised to see a degenerate looking man answer the door of such a nice house.
“Uh, hello sir, are you the owner of this home?”
“No, I’m just taking care of the house and the kids inside for the homeowners.”
“Oh, that makes more sense.”
Grace was relieved to know that man like him wasn’t being rewarded for his awful looks. A man like him could never be successful in the adult world in her mind.
The first thoughts Marcus had of her?
-This girl was a prude.
-She was obviously judging him.
-She represented a lot of what Marcus loathed.