Pony Girl

Chapter 1

“Honey please lighten up, your gonna love it here. Believe me you will get used to it. Just have to give this little old town a chance. Come on-  “Mom”, I interrupted. “Just stop, I cant believe you’re dragging me all the way to this stupid town. I don’t want to live here, the place you grew up. You know there is a reason you left in the first place. Why come back?”
    “Oh baby I loved this town its just I met your daddy and followed him back to the big city. I want you to know what its like to live in a humble and great place.”  And plus your granddaddy needs help on the farm.“ I signed loudly, “yeah yeah whatever I don’t care about no small humble little shit of a town!” “Lilly, language please! Like I said you just have to give it a chance. I rolled my eyes and put my earphones back in and turned the music up as loud as I could bare,  signaling the end of the conversation.
Ugh I cant believe I had to leave all of my friends, my school, my home in the city just cause mom wanted to go back to her roots. Its my summer before senior year and I don’t want to have to start somewhere new. Especially in some little freaken hick town.
    My name is Lilly Jones and I am being dragged to some stupid ass town somewhere in the middle of Texas. We lived a pretty good life in New York. I had good friends, was part of the popular crowd in school, and lived a life most teenagers would envy. My dad passed away a year ago and now my mom has gone off the deep in and moving us to Texas to live with my granddaddy. Mom met dad when she was only twenty, fell in love,  and followed him to New York where he lived. They got married and then had me. I was a total daddy’s girl. He gave me anything I wanted and was the one I was closest to. I think mom was always jealous when I went to dad for everything and not her. But hey don’t blame me he spoilt me rotten.
Dad passing away was such a shock for us. He had a heart attack. He was only 46 years old. I cant believe that he is not here and he definitely would not let me live in freaken Texas.
    “Ok baby we’re here”, my mom said. I looked up at the dirt road that led to a huge white country home. Granddaddy was standing on the porch waving. I haven’t seen my granddaddy since I was twelve years old when we had come for nana‘s funereal.. He certainly has aged since then. He has dark leathery skin and dark hair under his worn old cowboy hat. His face lit up as soon as we got out of the car.
“Hey there pony girl”, Granddaddy said while hugging me tightly. “Hey Granddaddy, I said. “How was the drive here, I got dinner already cooked. I figured yall be hungry when yall came.” “The drive was long and tiring, Daddy, my mom said answering Granddaddy.
“Well lets get yall in here and eat. We will get the stuff out of the car afterwards.”

    After dinner we decided to get our luggage in and then go to bed. Me and mom were pretty tired from driving and just wanted to get some sleep. As I walked up the stairs I looked at all the pictures on the walls. Nana always loved to take pictures. She always kept her camera around her neck. She actually took pictures sometimes for the local newspaper when they needed her and the diner we used to go to in town has many of her photos hung on their walls. There were many of me from when I used to spend every summer here with granddaddy and nana. My favorite was the one where I was hugging my old pony, who I had name Bluebell. The picture was in black and white and it was taken right after me and Bluebell won first place in the kids riding show that the town held every summer. I smiled at the memory, that was a great day for us. I continued up the stairs until I got to the door on the right. It had a big L on the door. One I painted when I was ten at a horse riding camp.
    I opened the door to my old room, the room that granddaddy and nana made mine when I was younger. I remember back when I was eight and me and nana decorated the room. Looking around the room it looked just the same as it did nine years ago. The pale lavender walls with white trimming, a full sized bed with a white canopy flowing around it. The quilt that nana made me when I was little was laid across the bed. It was pieces of all my old baby clothes. In the corner was a white vanity set and a white dresser placed against the wall. The old wood flooring still creaked in the same spots as I walked through the room. Even the room still smelled like it used too full of vanilla and the faint smell of old wood polish. I opened the closet… really they expect me to fit all my stuff in the little ass closet. Ugh this is really going to suck. I put my suitcases down and begin to unpack my clothes thinking about the life I was forced to leave back in the city.