Behind A Horses Eyes

-Cassia's Point Of View-

I cycled home though I was exhausted and had no trouble falling asleep. Unfortunaltely, my father kept pestering me with questions, ditto my mother, and we sat down to tuna bake.

'This is nice, mum, I didn't know you could cook this well,' I said, smiling. She flushed a shade of purple and smiled back.

'So what was the stable like? Was it fancy with golden nameplates on each stable door and all the horses trotted around, looking pretty?' dad asked. I thought for a second. Did they have name plates? What colour exactly was the stalls? I was too busy looking at the horses to notice.

'Umm... The stalls were brown, I think. I don't remember any name plates. But the horses were stunning. I met loads today,' I smile. Mum collects the plates and I go to my room to finish some homework.

The half term is over and we go back to school tomorrow. How will I fit it all in? Going to school then rushing to Linda's. I'll get no time to ride my pony...

Only, she isn't my long anymore. Keiran has her now. And I hope he's taking care of her. Sighing, I throw the textbook onto the floor and lay on my bed. I am not looking forward to tomorrow. First I have to face The Bitches. There's Angel, Jessica, Louise and Hannah. Lucky me, I go to an all girls school. Maths and History are my worst subjects. P.E I'm okay at. I'm in the netball team, actually. But one of the most popular girls for sport in our school is Amber. She's nice, giving advice and supporting everyone. Except Angel and them lot who think they can do everything.

They can't.

Angel is the leader. I hate her. Always have, always will do. And she hates me. Can't she just stop its the freaking nasty comments? On my hair, my uniform, even how I smell. I call it bullying. But I'm usually mean back. One thing about Angel - if you tell her to shut up its a waste of breathe.

I generally tell her to fuck off. Or bog off. I say it nice a calmly - though in my hair I'm screaming swear words at her. Then her little gang jump in a defend her. Woo.

At around eight I fall sound asleep.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

'You'd better shut up, now,' I grumbled, pulling the covers over my head.

I had woken at about midnight because of a party next door. Being the grown up I am, I went and knocked on their door, asking them to turn it down or else. They mocked me and laughed at me. I guess the guys parents is out of town. Yuck.

'Or else what girlie?' he asked. I'm pretty sure he was drunk.

'Or else I'll tell the social on you guys. Always partying and making noise,' they laughed and slammed the door in my face. Stupid boys.

So that is why I'm already running late. My alarm is annoying me but I can sleep through it. But I can't sleep through my dad.

'WAKE UP! WAKE UP! IT'S A LOVELY DAY. GET READY FOR SCHOOOOOOOL!' he sings. I groan and drag myself out of bed.

It's takes me forever to shower and get dressed. The uniform is a skirt, shirt and blazer. All in light blue. I tie my hair up in a pony tail and don't bother with make up. Make up is just for sluts and bitches who wanna show themselves off. Thats my opinion. My friends have a very different opinion. Well, when I say friends . . . I just hang around them. They don't really speak to me much and I haven't been to any of their houses. I did go to ones birthday party but that was at a cinema and I was just one in a crowd of people.