Sophie's parents did not appreciate her. She would cook, clean, and even work for their food, but they took it all for granted. Her dad thought that he had the hardest job and he was the bread winner, so it was expected of the women to do the work around the house. Sophie's mother, Mila was a good for nothing and was lazy. It ended up being expected of Sophie to do all of the house work and even have a job. Sophie could live on her income if she decided to get a full time job. She could just work harder and hide the extra money to get out of the place. She wanted to save up some money and take a ferry to the end of the river. Maybe she could find some work and also find someone to help her.
One day, Hale started to yell at Sophie.
"Sophie you are a good for nothing woman with bad taste!" He was drunk and hitting the wall with his bare fists. Sophie had enough of that. She didn't want to live in a house full of people who didn't understand her and treated her like shit. So, she decided to make an excuse.
"I'm going to the store to get some food." She took all of her savings and all of the grocery money and a bag full of her stuff.
"What's the stuff for?" Hale hissed.
"There's a man there that needed a blanket and some clothes, so I thought I'd lend him some. He's going to pay us back."
"What the hell?!" Hale screamed and swung a punch at her. She ran out the door and kept running for ten minutes. She never looked back. Sophie was finally free. She had to figure out what to do from there. The concerns about shelter and food didn't occur to her, so that night she had to make a very quick decision. She saw all of the homeless men lying in the park. The very idea of going back to her family was absurd. Sophie bucked up and found a nice bench to sleep on. She woke up with seagulls pecking her clothes. They were just as starved as all of the humans in Resonance, and were looking for crumbs anywhere they could find them. Sophie took a piece of bread out of her pocket and crumbled it up. It was stale anyways, so why not give it to the hungry birds? She threw some bread at the birds. They looked very happy after she did.
When the seagulls were done eating the bread crumbs, they looked at Sophie with hungry eyes. Looking all over her for food, they had that look cats give their prey. They started to fly up at her. She jumped off the bench running as fast as her feet would take her. The seagulls kept coming after her, so she picked up some pebbles she found on the cobblestone and chucked them. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" she screamed and kept trying to hit the seagulls, but she kept missing. Of course, seagulls don't understand English, so they kept at it. She then turned and ran again, even further than before. She eventually came upon a little antique store with quite a gorgeous display of fancy watches in the window. She had swung the door open swiftly and the bell at the top rang very loudly. She then tried her best to close the door before any of the seagulls had come in. With all of her struggling, she ended up slamming the door and something came crashing down from a shelf right by the door. She heard a loud crash. A clock shattered into a million pieces. All of the gears and contraptions inside it were twisted and busted up. She got down on her hands in knees in an attempt to gather the pieces of in her apron that was stitched to her dress.
"HEY! WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" A fiery red head young man came running out of a back room. He grabbed her by her wrist.
"That is no way to treat a lady!" Sophie remarked.
"Would a lady break a rare and valuable antique? Would a lady slam a door? No. I don't think so." His face was flushed with a deep red that covered all of his brown freckles, his nose was wrinkled, and his brow was furrowed. He looked like some kind of green eyed red monster.
"I'm so sorry." Sophie apologized. She felt very unintelligent right at that moment.
"And how do you plan to pay for this?" The fiery auburn haired boy asked.
"I... I'm not sure." Sophie said while looking at the very little money she had in her purse.
"I suppose you can WORK it off, but what can a girl do?" The fiery auburn haired boy looked around.
"Hey, girls are good at working too, just you see." Sophie said and then pointed at his clenched hand that was hurting her. "Do you think you can let my wrist go now?"
"Oh. So, sorry." The fiery auburn haired boy let go.
The auburn haired boy was embarrassed but an idea had popped into his head, concerning the pay back for the antique that Sophie had so gracefully broken.