The next week was annoying. We spent it unpacking, setting things up, fixing things, going out and doing chores.
Summer was having the time of her life, running around the farm, her golden coat gleaming in the sunshine. In fact everyone seemed to love the place...Everyone except me.
I miss my friends. I miss jamming with the band every Wednesday and Friday and fighting over who gets the solo in the newest song. They've probably already got a new guitar player and singer to replace me.
I think of this as I brush out my long, straight, blonde hair on Saturday morning.
I walk ou to the barn after I'm done. Maybe I can convince dad to send me to a boarding school. One that specializes in music so that I don't have to muck stalls and be around stupid hroses all the time, and I can spend my time singing and playing my guitar with a band who will make me famous. Smirking at the thought, I walk towards the barn. Carlee is jumping her horse in the outdoor sand arena, her curly almost-white-blonde hair in a ponytail bouncing behind her.
"Aren't you supposed to turn out the horses?" I call to her.
"She brings Satyra to a trot and calls back,
"That's your job today. I muck stalls after yo uturn them out. Unless you wanna trade, I'd be perfectly happy-"
"I'll do it, I'll do it!" I say holding up my hands. She smiles and brings her shiny black horse into a canter. 'crazy girl. She's only 12, I don't know why she's never fallen off that horse before with all the crazy things she's done with it. I mean I'm never going to ride a hors emuch less jump it.' I think.
As I walk into the barn, my heart skips a beat. There in front of me, talking to my dad, is the most hansome guy. He's brobably about sixteen, a year older than me. He has brown hair and the most gorgeous hazel eyes.
"Hello." I say trying hard not to blush 'deep breaths, deep breaths'
"Ah, Taylia. This is Colt. He'll be helping us out. We'll really need the help when you get those horses from the rescue center."
"Hi." He said with a smile
"Can I help you with anything, honey?" Dad asked me
"Uh, no. I was just going to start turning out the horses." I answered
"Why don't you show Colt around while you're at it? I would say go on horseback and check out the trails, but wait! You don't know how to ride because you hate horses and always refuse to learn."
"I know how to ride, I just choose not to." He raised his eyebrows at me.
"Fine. Which horses do we take?" I snap
"He can take Kemo, the Paint, and you can take Ben. He'll go nice and slow for you, he's perfect for beginners. Or maybe the pony, Sage, that way in you fall you'll only be about 3 feet from the ground." he teased
"Very funny." I said and grabbed Ben's blue halter. 'I can't believe I'm doing this.' I thought.
Last edited by Cheyennes mom; 07-27-2011 at 05:48 PM.