Breyer Brook Stables Book One, The Best Summer Ever!

Chapter 2: Welcome to Breyer Brook Stables

It took a little bit, but we finally pulled up to the entrance to Breyer Brook Stable.

"This is my home away from home," I thought getting out; my mom close behind.

"Now let's see..." mom said, "I'll walk in with you, make sure you have everything you need, and then I'll go... okay?"

"Okay," I said, as we began to walk. We walked and walked until a pale, dark-haired woman came into view.

I observed that she looked the age of maybe about 21 or so... she must be the head manager.

"Hi" she was defiantly happy to see us, a clipboard in hand. I watched as her blue eyes sparkled as soon as they met mine. "Oh, you must be the new volunteers; I'm Mrs. Miller" Mrs. Miller gasped when she saw me. "It's been so long..." she hugged me.

"What? Why? What is happening?" I wanted to say through the choking grip of her grasp, but all that came out was "huh... huh... coking... coking... can't...breathe... huh"

"Um, excuse me Mrs. Miller—but your grip, if you could please just let go of my baby"

"Oh, sorry," she said, releasing her grip.

"Huuuuhhhh, huuuuhhhh, huuuuhhh" I heaved breath after breath into my awaiting oxygen-deprived lung--though it hurt, my eyes watered like a river. I laid my back against a wooden post and closed them... trying my best to stop it. I laid there for a few minutes in silence.

Then once my eyes were healed, I opened them saying. "I highly recommend you never do that again"

"Okay," Mrs. Miller said with great sympathy.

"Great! Now that that's settled..." I paused for a moment thinking of how exactly to word this, finally, I said. "How could you say it's been so long when we met just last week; remember I had just called asking if you needed any volunteers?"

"Oh yes, that" she sounded surprised as if she was unaware of this. "I know, but it feels that way... doesn't it?"

I shrugged mumbling a quiet "I guess" under my breath as if someone could hear.

"Ooo. It's always exciting when we get a new volunteer" she squealed. "Anyway star-shine; what would you like me to call you?" as of now she began reverting back into that serious tone of hers.

"Well, I've always liked my name: Alexandria Morgan—but my mother has always called me Alex" My full name was: Scarlet Alexandria Morgan, how I hated it—I mean, I liked just Alexandria Morgan... but, Scarlet (seriously!!!).

"Okay then, Alex... I'm just so excited that you're going to be volunteering with us for the rest of the summer!"

"Us?" I asked, "Who is this us? Isn't it just you—well, you and the horses?"

"Nope, I hired some help"

"What, another volunteer?"

"Yep, I figured one wasn't enough so I hired someone else to help out"

"Who?" I demanded.

"Well, he's a boy with blond hair"

"Okay... I said, awkwardly. "And... why did you feel the need to describe what he looks like?"

"Well, I thought that would be interested to know that information"

"Okay..."

"Did I forget to mention that his name is: Ponyboy Curtis"

"Ponyboy Curtis!?" I squealed, "I might be interested"

"Indeed!" my mom chimed in.

"Hi, Mrs. Morgan" Mrs. Miller replied, noticing my mother's presents. Her first name is Alexus, Alexus Morgan: I always thought her name was as lovely as mine... well, the Alexandria part anyway.