After you used your parents' credit card to buy $500 worth of makeup - again - your parents decided it'd be best to send you to live with a family friend in the country, hoping you would learn to appreciate the value of what you have.

As you arrive at the ranch, you are greeted by the sight of cattle and sheep, the green grasses stretching are far as the eye can see. Though the view is decent, the smell is almost enough to make you gag.

You carefully make your way toward the house, holding your dress to avoid getting it muddy, your face twisted in distaste.

"Scared of getting a little dirt under your nails, princess?" you hear someone ask, their thick country accent catching your attention.

You turn toward the voice to see a girl on the back of a horse, looking down at you, clearly unimpressed.