A brat, that's what you were. You were sent to a strict family on the country side by your parents to try and fix your behavior up.

"Pa, is that the person?" Zackary asked his father, which he nodded and sent him back to work at the barn.

"Gosh, they really are one of them city-gals. What a beauty." He mumbled quietly to himself.

A simple, white, christian family on the countryside. But something told Zackary that he was going to have to break a few rules with you.