𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 2－ "𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚'𝐬?"

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐩: 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬? 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, "𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑!" 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞?

"ugh.. what important letter.. more schoolwork..? great!" i moaned sarcastically. you see, my mother is a workaholic, and i think she wants me to be one too. she convinces me not to think about schoolwork, only dressage- i don't think thats what "normal" mothers do- but sometimes i just need a chill pill from all the work. she always tells me "be grateful for what you have" and i am, i mean, i have 2 horses, a beautiful house, fancy clothes, my house practically a castle. but something is wrong about it. i want to be with the horses, live on farmland, do the horses work instead of my mother forcing me to get someone to do it for me, i don't even feel like an equestrian. my mum just cares about the money, and the stupid legacy! she doesn't care about the horses, i never get to bond with them. and when i try and negotiate with her she says "be grateful for what you have" sometimes i feel like my mother wants to rid of me. we are so different, it feels like i am not even her daughter.

"I WILL NOT REPEAT MYSELF. COME DOWN" my mother yells like an animal crying out it's mating call. "coming!" i heard some speaking, so i stepped down the marble stairs without making any noise. i creeped closer to the door. "this girl. she never appreciates what she has! she asked me if she could spend time with the horses yesterday. as if she wants to actually be with the horses, she's probably up to something. they are filthy animals, but at-least we are getting cash off her winnings." WHAT? SHE HAS BEEN USING MY WINNINGS TO BUY HER THINGS. my father died at a young age, the man she is talking to is my stepdad. he doesn't care about me one bit. my mother promised to my father that she would keep my winnings for my future university. that HAG! ohh who am i kidding.. she's my mother.. and my dad told me before he passed away, "don't let anybody chose YOUR path. do what you love. even if the path has obstacles, you will push through and it will all be worth it in the end, my love." no matter what my mom does to me, i'll push through it.

"i'm glad we are getting rid of her. she needs to be sent away, good riddance." i gasped and burst in. "your WHAT?" my mother had a horrified look on her face. "oh- i just meant-" "no mum. what is it? why are you getting rid of me?!" "i just thought taking you to a riding boarding school would be good for your. depression." "i'm NOT depressed! you don't let me do anything i want! where even is this stupid place?!" "england." "ENGLAND?! THATS ACROSS THE ATLANTIC OCEAN!" "stop that stupid whining. here's a brochure about the riding academy. go somewhere, ANYWHERE for goodness sakes! just away from us! your moaning is making me insane!" i snatched the book out her hand and went out the door. "IM GOING TO THE STABLES." "whatever-" the door slammed shut. the tension between us was harsh.

i decided to take a nice longer route to the stables, just to look at the scenery and browse through the brochure. i walked and flipped through the brochure, occasionally looking up at the scenery, until i skidded to a stop. "woah, i almost fell in the mud there. i hope my shoes aren't too stained." i gazed at the ground and i found myself staring at a hoof print in the ground. i was curious, so i decided to follow it whilst also reading the brochure. "oo, showjumping.. cross country.. fun." i stopped. i sensed something. i looked up and my eyes interlocked with a beautiful grey mare. she was rare to me! there weren't many cobs at all in america, and though they were normal in the UK, i have never seen one, and it was gorgeous. she was just by herself, standing in the grass staring at me. i felt something- like a connection between us. i slowly sat down, her eyes still locked with mine. she stared for a moment, and then started trotting towards me. her fluffy fetlocks moving in the wind, her gorgeous curly mane. i loved her. she is wild, how come she likes me? i wondered. she slowed to a halt right infront of me. "i don't have any food , pretty girl." i stretched out my hand and stroked my hand down her muzzle. "your a beauty , aren't you." i looked around, and realised, she is not wild. she was fenced in, i must have accidentally opened the gate without noticing. i looked around, but there was only an abandoned house, and the horse looked awfully skinny. her mane was dirty, she looked neglected.

i looked down at the ground, and there was a lead-rope embedded in the mud and horse poop mixed together. "ew. i'm doing this for you girl."
i wrapped the lead rope around her neck and walked her to our stables, it wasn't a far walk, so we were alright. once we got there, i put her in a stable that all cleaned, which used to be my dads horses stable. i gave her hay , water, and made a nicely sized feed for her with some weight gaining medicine. she was way too skinny. she started slurping it as if it was her first meal in a decade. i'm going to name you... diamond. because your one of a kind.

𝐁𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝! 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 <𝟑 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞ 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫! ⇩