Samantha Morgan-Pryce (angel_in_parada) wrote in portlanddreams,
Samantha Morgan-Pryce

Running away from it all...

You'd think that being the daughter of  a former Watcher and one of Los Angele's best attorneys;would be full of exciting new things to do on a daily basis, you'd be wrong. I had no problem with being the only heir to a multi-billion dollar lawfirm at age five, in fact back then I thought it was the coolest thing ever. I'd spend hours or days telling anyone that would listen to me that I wanted to be a CEO of a large coporate company just like my parents. That was when I was five though, since then it's been nothing , but an air tight schedule of school, ettiqte class, ballet, French, latin, and being trianed to use my powers. Think the strict  schedule of the white house only seventy times worse. Okay in order to explain why I'm so unhappy with my life these days, maybe I should start  at the begining. My dad and his friends came to Wolfram and Hart after they destroyed Jasmine, my mom offered them the LA branch of Wolfram and Hart. Uncle Angel and the others turned the offer down, dad had other ideas about it though, and after a little persuading from my mother he signed on the dotted line in blood and in triplicate.

So that's the short version of how my parents gained control of the LA branch of Wolfram and Hart, now onto  why I'm so damn miserable. It all started a few days ago, when mom came home early and I asked if I could skip all of my lessons and go shopping. Mom didn't like that so we argued and she tried to ground me, which didn't exactly work, because she has a hard time telling me no, they both do. So anyway I went through two more days of our regular schedule, before I just couldn't take it anymore. Don't get me wrong it's not like I didn't love living in the finest mansion, with the tightest security money could buy. The part I took major issue with was the fact that I one barely got to see my parents anymore due to their work and endless functions, and secondly I was tired of being treated as a high security priorty. It's 
been  like  living in a maximum prison the last few months, so I had to get out. I waited until mom and dad were asleep, and the stupid security guards weren't paying attention, and slipped out of my bedroom window with my packed bag. I'd done some snooping in dad's study earlier in the day and found out where to of his old friends/cinatcs from SunnyDale were now living. Portland Oregon here I come! I managed to quietly climb down the trellis that was outside my bedroom window. I had a few of my credit cards on me and cash . Once I made it out of my room I stealthily made my way across the huge grounds and out onto the street. Luckily we didn't live too far from a bust stop. I reached the bus stop and hopped onto the first bus to Portland. Several hours later I got off the bus in Portland and took a cab to the adress dad had written down in his huge book 'o contacts.  When the cab driver stopped infront of the adress I'd given him I smiled, then paid him, before getting out and walking up to the door. I knocked, and tried to think of something cool or smart to say when someone opened the door.  Hopefully they won't ask what a sixteen year old girl is doing on her own this far away from home. 

((Open to Willow and Dawn))
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