A sight for sore eyes.

Lauren's house was visible well before the bus stopped. Donuts had hacked up a great deal of sod, spraying it back to muddy her home's facade.

As she got closer she could make out the grafitti, until finally she was close enough to see the locks had been changed.

Well, at least it was some kind of maintenance.

Lauren knocked on the door to what had once been her own home, and patiently waited for the call to be answered.

After 30 seconds she counted a minute, and then knocked again.

The loud punk rock reverberating off her windows and spilling out into the street for all the neighbors to hear was probably having a detrimental effect on their hearing, so Lauren figured she'd try to go around back.

This was equally unsuccessful, the installation of a pad-lock barred her backdoor from her. Stacking up a pile of garbage she ran up and leapt up to the wall, barely able to reach the six feet. She scrambled up the garbage pile and managed to pull herself up and over.

Right into the jaws of three rottweilers.

The slobbering, silly brutes began to maw and paw at her outfit until the leader of the gang, grilling on her BBQ, with her meat, no doubt, told them to back down. An order which they instantly and instinctually obeyed.

"Fancy seeing you here, and in dry clothes, no less!"

"They were dry before your stupid dogs!"

"I'm surprised you were able to get anything."

A large gash was added to the skirt, letting her care bears taste the air.

Again.

"Well, I am highly resourceful. Here's the $1350 for the deposit I...Lauren hesitated, and finished distastefully....owe you."

Lauren peeled off the bulk of her ill gotten gains.

"That's the security deposit you SAY I owe YOU!"

"Well, how can I trust a little girl like you, Lauren? Can't have my new place getting wrecked."