Stableboy. (JB//Paused)

One.

//Stableboy// Chapter One//

          Being an only child isn't always fun. It's actually quite the opposite. I'm always alone, bored, and isolated. It's not as fun as most people think it is. Sure, there's no one else to share the attention with, but nobody really understands you once you reach a certain age. In fact, it seems as if everyone stops paying attention.

To make matters worse, I have a gigantic field all to myself. And as fun and free as it sounds, its terrible. I've explored it all and I know how things go around here. My father is the "most successful land owner".Well, that's what they tell me. There are no other people my age working for him or even hanging around this part of the country ( as far as I know). The one thing keeping me sane and occupied is my Clydesdale named Sandy. That horse is about the single most beautiful creature you've ever seen in your life. And when I think about it, she's my only friend. I may seem a little stuck-up or stubborn but at least I'm tolerable.

My father's wife doesn't make matters any better. While my father is out all day tending his land and making deals with other land owners, I'm stuck within the same perimeter as Helen. She has the nerve to call herself my Stepmother. I beg to differ. My mother died years ago, and I'd never dream of replacing her. Especially not with some strange woman who hates my guts. Helen is always accusing me of using up all of my father's attention. Can you believe that? I'd rather not waste my breath talking about her.

Me? Well, I'm as plain as Jane can get, really. My hair is a light brown color and my eyes are blue. I got them from my mother. I'm what they call sun-kissed, I suppose. There's nothing really special about me but I don't complain.

And I absolutely hate my name. It's longer than it should be. I have my parents to thank for that. On top of that, my grandfather also felt he needed to name me. So basically, I have a long freaking name because my parents and grandpa wanted to have a say. And that's not even the main problem, the main problem is that the names don't even go with each other, like, who names a child Allie Michelle Claire Anne James? I mean, c'mon, honestly? I understand the point of everybody wanting to name me but that's a bit too long.

I miss my mom. If she hadn't been cursed with a weak heart then I wouldn't be stuck with such a female dog as a step-mom who never leaves me alone, and tries to get me in trouble as much as possible.

That's really what led me to the stables, with an apple in my hand, feeding the horse in nothing but a crop top and shorts as it was boiling hot outside and I rather not melt. My hand was down as I ran my fingers across Sandy's soft coat. She was always my favorite and I've known her since she was just a little pony. Goodness, she was beautiful. Can't say the same about me though. Bummer. I smiled at her and she just kept on fidgeting and chewing on her apple.

"I wish you could talk girl, then I wouldn't be so alone anymore," I puffed out, still petting her. She continued to move around anxiously. "I'm sorry Sandy, I can't let you out, girl," I giggled as she kept on jumping. I looked down at the watch my father gave me on my eleventh birthday and suddenly gasped. I'd been out here for nearly two hours cleaning and feeding the animals.

I gave my horse a kiss on the nose and dusted my hands off before waving back at her. She whinnied and kicked her legs around, not wanting me to leave her alone. When I got to our house, I kicked the open door and dropped my shoes next to it. Helen glared at me as I made my way up the stairs. "It's rude to stare, didn't you know?" I told her. She scoffed and rolled her eyes before passing me.

"Not when you're acting this way! You're a lady. Act like one," she spat. I mocked her from behind and rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah."

I reached my bedroom and closed the door behind me before walking over to my bathroom. Then I washed the dirt out of my hands and studied my reflection.