My Life As A Cowgirl

Tomorrow is a new day

I pull out my phone and feel around in my purse for earphones. I locate them and plug them into my phone and shove the buds in my ears to block out the world. I go to my music app and put my playlist called "depressing songs" on shuffle.
Geez I'm a drama queen
But listening to sad songs about other peoples struggles with suicide and depression made me feel.... Fuzzy
Crap, am I an Emo?
my favourite depressing song comes on.

"Hello darkness my old friend

I have come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left it's seeds well I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains

Within the sound of silence."

The song softly plays in my ears and circles into my thoughts.
I rest my head against the wall and close my tear stained eyes. I try to push the events of the past night out of my head right from the moment Chase said he loved me, to the moment Gi-Gi poured the drink all over me.

Gi-Gi's face of satisfaction after seeing the frappé drizzle down my face taunts my memory.

Chase just stood by her side and watched his devil of a girlfriend humiliate me, as if he had rid of any attraction he had ever had to me and replaced it with cruel hatred.

I hear muffled footsteps over the sound of my earphones and wait for the person making them to find me curled up against the wall, covered in milk and caramel.

The conductor of the footsteps sits next to me and wraps his arm around me pulling my head into his shoulder.
The smell of Mikes usual coconut and musk assaults my senses and I breathe it in deeply, allowing it to linger in my nose before I exhale and open my eyes.

Mike is looking straight ahead with a defeated look on his face, holding me close.

We sit in silence for a few minutes before my phone buzzes and my mums contact appears on the illuminated screen.

Mum: Where are you kids? I have been parked outside the church for 5 minutes!

"My mum is here to pick us up." I sigh standing up and offering Mike a hand up.

Mike refuses the offer and gets up himself, shoving his hands in his pocket as we begin to walk swiftly to my mums Red Subaru Forester.

"What are you going to tell your mum when she asks about your new hairstyle?" Mike asks quietly.

I shrug knowing I will come up with something.

We get to the car and hop in the back seat where Mikes brother Jacob is already waiting in the front seat happily chatting to my mum.

"Thank you for finally gracing us with your presents Liv and Mike." My mum greets us sarcastically.

As she turns around to look at me she notices my hair and her face drops in shock.

"Liv! What the heck have you done to your hair and clothes!?" She screeches

"I will talk to you at home mum." I mutter glumly.

My mum notices me drop my head in embarrassment and thankfully decides not to question me further. She turns back around and starts the car and drives off.

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We drop the boys off and wait for them to get in their house before driving another 30 seconds down the road to our house in complete silence.

As soon as I get in the door I rush to the shower and lock the door behind me. I strip my wet clothes off and put them in my washing basket and immediately turn the hot water on and hop in the shower.

I tug the hair tie in my pony tail out of my hair and stand with my head under the water massaging all of the cream and sticky caramel out of it.

I shampoo rinse and repeat at least 3 times to finally remove the remainder of ice cream in my hair and quickly condition then rinse it out and shut the water off.

I wrap a towel around my head and another around my body and run from the bathroom to my room and slam the door.

Once I have combed the knots out of my damp hair and towel dry it, I put on my loose pyjama shorts and a big tshirt and hop in bed, not bothering to brush my teeth or switch off the light.

As soon as my head hits the pillow my eyes slam shut and my brain being exhausted from the dramatic day, shuts down and I drift to sleep.

------the next day--------
I am woken by the stream of sunlight beaming through the curtains I had forgotten to shut the night before. I rub my tired eyes and lay in bed trying to convince my body to wake up.

I notice my light is off which means my parents must have come in and turned it off when they realised I was asleep. I roll over and grab my phone to check the time.
It is 9:23am.

I stare at the time shocked. I usually wake up naturally between 7 on weekends so I can feed the horses and train before it gets too hot.
I roll out of bed and open my door to walk to the kitchen.
Yawning I see that my mum is sitting on the couch watching a recording of Masterchef finals.

"Good morning sleepy." She smiles at me as I emerge from my room.
I return her smile and look around for dad.

"Where's dad mum?" I ask when I fail to locate him.

"He is working in the paddocks, he went in to wake you up at 7 but he said you looked exhausted so he left you to sleep." My mum informs me.

I nod and walk to the kitchen, grab a banana then sit down to flick through my snapchat stories.

I stand up and chuck the banana peel in the bin then rush back to me bedroom and start to get ready.

I open my cupboard doors and pull out some tan jodhpurs, a navy blue polo shirt and my brown riding belt. Once I am dressed I brush my hair and secure it neatly in a single braid that falls neatly over my shoulder.

I grab some socks and shove them on my feet as I awkwardly skip to the bathroom, brush my teeth then rush out the back door where I put on my boots and chaps.

As I walk swiftly to the paddock gate I see my dad hauling a wheel barrow of manure to the base of a tree where he dumps the load.

"Hi dad sorry I didn't get up earlier! I am going to do my workout then I will come help you!" I yell from the gate.
My dad nods and waves me over.

I slowly jog over to him,
"Once your done can you also fill the baths up and take Kahuna for a quick lunge? Also please cool his sore leg down after your done." My dad instructs me.

I nod and get to work.