Dandelions

It's only one paragraph but I wanted to try to work on it tonight so:

A splash of light spilled across the aisle of the large rubber matted flooring of the barn revealing tiny dust particles dancing in the morning air. It was filled with the sounds of content as horses munched quietly on their morning feed. Lacey Evans stood in the tack room, reserved for private owners. She ran her fingers over the expensive saddle before her. It was old and well used but had been carefully taken care over the years, having belonged to the trainers daughter. She traced the letter B that was the brand so beautifully stamped into the elegant leather saddle. Not only was it the first day of summer vacation, it was her first day on her summer job.

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A splash of light spilled across the aisle of the large rubber matted flooring of the barn revealing tiny dust particles dancing in the morning air. It was filled with the sounds of content as horses munched quietly on their morning feed. Lacey Evans stood in the tack room, reserved for private owners. She ran her fingers over the expensive saddle before her. It was old and well used but had been carefully taken care over the years, having belonged to the trainers daughter. She traced the letter B that was the brand so beautifully stamped into the elegant leather saddle. It was the first day of summer break and she had landed one of the most desirable positions offered at the Cutter Ranch. Some of it had to do with the fact thate she was already on the staff part-time, although she wasn't working for cash, she was working for two lessons per week. One english, one western. She wasn't working for cash through out the summer either and that is probably why John Cutter was so quick to agree to hiring her on full time. All she wanted was that saddle, well, that saddle and her two lessons a week. She would have to babysit on her off days and in the evenings to continue saving money for the horse she would some day own. To date, she had banked eight hundred and seventy two dollars. Not enough for a Cutter bred Quarter horse by any means, but someday...

The sound of tires crunched on the pea gravel outside followed by the slamming of doors. Lacey took one last look at her prized possession before carefully covering it w/ a ratty towel. It was time to turn horses out into their paddocks for the day. She stopped by the white board to check the owner request list to see what horses needed to stay in their stalls for early morning rides. Lacey sighed when she saw the first three names on the list. Carly White, Morgan Rowell, and Vicky Blake. Her three favorite people. They were like the "Saddle Club" only backwards. She liked to call them the Saddle Divas. They weren't from the wealthiest families in the valley, but they sure did act like it. They were snippy and rude and never seemed to mind when it came time to remind Lacey that the horses she rode, did not belong to her. And because she didn't own them, she'd never show in the AQHA shows with the rest of them. She was destined to live out her show career at the local level.
The fourth and fifth names on the list put a smile on her face. Maddie Stormwaters, her best friend in the entire world. Maddie understood her better then anyone and she was the most supportive person she'd ever met. Even more supportive then her own mother in some ways. That mainly had to do with the fact that she understood her needs when it came to horses much more then mom did.

Chase Cutter was the other name on the list. Chase. At sixteen he was a year older then most of the other riders in the barn, Lacey included. He was larger then life, in her mind with his steel gray eyes and deep brown hair. He was always tanned from hours spent outside around the ranch. He was the youngest of the cutter children. There was Jake, in the middle, he was 18 and attending community college while taking over the begginer lesson program. He was a stronger, taller version of Chase and then there was Elizabeth. She was the oldest, kind and beautiful dark hair that fell in soft curls all the way to her waste. She had doll like features on a perfect complexion. She had left to attend a college that specialized in equine studies the year before and hadn't been home much except for holidays. She was supposed to be home for the summer any day now, though no one seemed to know when.

Lacey spun on the heel of her well worn boots and headed to the first stall to begin what was going to become her morning routine for the rest of the summer. As a part-timer she always worked in the lesson barn, which doubled as the sale barn since the Cutter’s only had two honest lesson horses, which were actually horses that his children had outgrown but refused to part with. The rest were actually for sale. The number of students not owning horses in this facility was minimal. Mr. Cutter was very particular in accepting new clients, he refused to waste his time on those who did not wish to learn. The lesson barn was always loud and bustling, she was going to miss the friendly atmosphere

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I made a few changes here and there. Gramatical and wording stuff mostly. The boss's daughter is now named Brittany instead of elizabeth (geuss my mood changed) and the middle brother is now 17 ALMOST 18 instead of 18..... teehee.... more to come. Please tell me if I need to change anything or if anyone has suggestions or anything....oh... and please let me know if my characters are to mature or to immature... I know you can't really tell yet.

Lacey spun on the heel of her well worn boots and headed to the first stall to begin what was going to become her morning routine for the rest of the summer. As a part-timer she always worked in the lesson barn, which doubled as the sale barn since the Cutter’s only had two honest lesson horses, which were actually horses that his children had outgrown but refused to part with. The rest were for sale. The number of students not owning horses in this facility was pretty small. Mr. Cutter was very particular in accepting new clients, he refused to waste his time on those who did not wish to learn. The lesson barn was always loud and bustling, she was going to miss the friendly atmosphere it offered. This barn seemed to be a little stuffy.
Once all of the horses were turned out she began the chore of mucking stalls. It surprised her that she was the only one working in the private barn that morning, although she had never thought about who cared for these animals before. It had always been off-limits in her mind so she had spent very little time in it. Unless she was hanging out with Maddie, but Maddie usually came down to the lesson barn. She liked it better there and was always complaining that she was never fully accepted by the other teens in the private barn. Lacey jumped at the sound of a male voice.
“Hey.” It was Jake. He was standing in the open door of the stall wearing a tight pair of blue jeans, ripped out at the knee. His t-shirt was already filthy for the early morning. He was drenched in sweat and had pieces of hay stuck to his glistening arms. For a moment Lacey pictured him rolling in the hay with one of the saddle divas and then she noticed his leather gloves. He’d been unloading the hay wagon. That’s where everyone was this morning. Her eyes widened. Had she been supposed to be there? Helping?
“Hey.” She answered in a shaky voice. It wasn’t Jake that she pined for, he was much to old for her. He was a college boy. She wouldn’t even turn sixteen until the beginning of the school year. Even so, he was a very good looking man and she found herself unable to form words. “Was I supposed to be somewhere else?” She asked.
He took his hat off to wipe the sweat from his forehead. His dark hair was soaked. Was it really that hot outside she wondered? “I was looking for Chase.” He braced himself on the door of the stall with one arm making that diagonal muscle on his upper arm bulge. He was definitely a solid guy.
“I haven’t seen anyone this morning. I did leave his horse up.” She remembered the owners request list on the white board.
He cursed. Lacey’s eyes shot up and she took a step back placing her pitchfork between the two of them. The prongs were still in the sawdust and she didn’t realize what a defensive pose she had taken. But he had seen it. She saw it in his expression. She wasn’t going to have him thinking she was some timid little girl. She’d hidden the abuse that her mother and she had endured up until her father had finally left them in her last year of middle school and she wasn’t about to show the scars now. She stood as tall as her five foot two frame would allow and she held her chin high. “He left his name on the list.” She told him defensively. She had been a member of this facility for over eight years and was amazed that she still felt like such an outsider.
“He was supposed to help unload hay.” He grumbled heading to the other side of the barn. When she heard his loud curse she knew his horse was gone. He must have joined the girls on their morning trail ride. It didn’t surprise her. She was pretty sure he’d been seeing Morgan towards the end of the school year, although nothing had ever officially made it’s way down the rumor mill. Not that she had heard anyway. Morgan was the quintessential high school teen queen anyway with her wheat blonde hair, big blue eyes and the cheerleading outfit she donned for the Friday night football games. They made a cute couple. Lacey knew she would never be the kind of girl that demanded attention from a guy like him anyway. Her hair was long and thick and it was even blonde, but it was that strawberry blonde that brought out the splash of freckles covering the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were blue but not an exceptional shade, just plain old blue. She was the girl next door that everyone sings about in the country songs. The one that is always begging the guy to notice her.