The Summer of the Horse

Chapter 1

I’d always loved the adrenaline of robbing a store. Brooke and I had been preparing this heist for months, and it was always a thrill to actually act on our plan. We had everything ready, and were confident we would succeed, but we had underestimated the high-level security that was installed in the jeweler we were about to steal from. Our plan was to steal priceless jewels from the store then skip town and live off our loot.

“Watch out Sophie!” I heard Brooke say as I stepped into the store. I had stepped right into the view of a sensor, and emergency lights were flashing all around. Next thing I heard was sirens and the intercom telling us to stay put.

I blew it. I blew my one chance at starting a new life, getting off the streets and away from all of the mess that I was surrounded by. Now there was the sound of feet running towards us, coming to take us to jail. All I could think about was how I was going to rot in jail with no hope at all of getting out. I had no one to bail me out and neither did Brooke.

When the police showed up, I didn’t know what to do so I just stood there and wished that the ground would swallow me whole and this whole thing would be over. Brooke just stood there cursing under her breath as if she had gone through this process many times before. Did Brooke really tell me everything about her life when we first met? The police told us to put our hands behind our backs, handcuffed us, and escorted us to the car. In the car, the police asked us questions that had to do with where we lived and if we had anyone at home that cared about us. I answered everything truthfully, but Brooke made up a few things about where she lived. The car ride was long and agonizing, each jolt of the car sending my heart racing.

When we got to the station the police put us in an empty jail cell, and told us to wait there. (As if we had the choice to leave.) After what felt like an eternity an official-looking person came in and led us to a courtroom, where we were given a choice: to stay in jail, or spend our summer, and possibly another year, on a farm in the middle of nowhere for troubled young adults. The camp was called Camp Second Chances, which sounded awfully cheesy; I mean who would actually name a camp after what sounded like something out of a Hallmark movie? Despite our doubts about the cheesy camp, we both agreed anything would be better than jail for a few years. That was how we ended up here, sitting on an old yellow bus that was taking us to this place they called Camp Second Chances.

A/N

I hope ya’ll enjoy this story. I know it’s cheesy, but it was the only idea I could think of. A friend of mine, Brooke, who is in this story, is going to help me get it off the ground. The chapters are going to alternate point of views (if you don’t mind.) Thanks for reading!! :-) - Sophie ><>