Secrets

chapter 1

"Leah get off your lazy butt and clean the freaking windows! I told you yesterday you ungrateful cow" Mrs Titch boomed from the end of my bed. I groan and force myself to get out of bed and pull on ripped blue jeans, a black nirvana tank top and black superman converse. I pull a hairbrush through my knotty long dirty blonde layered hair and begin sipping the filthy windows in the ugly dining hall of 'BETANY TITCH'S HOME FOR UNWANTED CHILDREN' One hour later i had finished, but frankly the windows didn't really look any nicer. I run to my room trying to avoid any of the kids and Mrs Titch incase she has another job for me during my free day.I run upstairs, grab my make shift halter and lead rope that has been hidden under my bed and climb as quietly as possible out of my window and down the piping until my legs hit dirt.

 I tiptoe around the house as quietly as possible and walk down the driveway and down the road, until i reach the only peace of land in this area with grass. I climb through the gate and whistle. The sound of hooves on dry ground fills my ears and my horse Secret appears. She trots up to me and rubs her head against my side and i laugh. The small grey pony isn't in the best shape, i found her in this paddock 3 years ago completely starving and with the help of google i have nursed her back into health, but since I'm broke she still remains on the skinny side. 

I put her rope halter i made on and tie up the ends, creating reins and a makeshift bridle. I vault onto her back and cluck my tongue, sending her into a brisk trot, and then a slow canter. The young pony pricks her ears forward in delight in a ride and we approach the fence surrounding her paddock. Over the years i have managed to maintain a relative balance even though i have never had a riding lesson in my life. I try my hardest to seat deep and hold onto her mane for balance rather then her mouth.We reach the fence and i lean forward onto her neck as she leaps over it and lands, i struggle to stay on and thump down onto her back and wince, hoping i didn't hurt the pony. She seems unfazed and eager to canter forward but i sit deep and pull on the reins in a attempt to slow her before she reaches the road near the home, i don't know what Mrs Titch would do if she found put about Secret, but it wouldn't be pleasant. I walk Secret on a loose rein down the street away from the Home and talk to her about everything, she always listens.