Warm sunlight streamed into my room. Dad walked in, rapping loudly on the wooden bed-frame. I slept through the knocks. Agitated, dad yanked the covers off.
"Hnnn.." I moaned.
"Get up, you have school." Said dad.
He said nothing else and walked away. Father rarely said anything to me these days.
Mom died last year while driving me to my riding lesson in the rain..is it my fault?.. I thought.
Enough, Cassie.
I jumped out of bed, threw on my dressage boots, cream breeches, and a light blue and white checkered shirt. I tied my smooth caramel hair into a long pony-tail and went downstairs for breakfast.
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The End of all Things
Non-FictionCassie has always wanted a horse. She is left alone with her Dad when her mom dies in a car crash. Her father is deeply troubled and forbids horses forever; her mother's favorite animal, along with Cassie's. Cassie wants to ride, but what will she d...
