Cassie's POV
Dad nodded a welcome and quickly and returned to his morning paper.
I then made myself some oatmeal and stared out into the empty pasture where Ripple, Wisher, and Ticket used to graze together.
I loved looking out and seeing Ripple's stunning black coat shining in the morning sunlight. Wisher, my Mom's horse, was a golden palomino. Ticket, my Dad's horse was a black and white paint filly.
Ripple; my sweet, sweet Ripple was a solid shocking black Fresian that excelled in dressage and shows.
Dad sold all the horses to some traveler Trick-Rider from Oklahoma, which made me mad that all her dressage skills would go to waste. She had been trained by a well respected trainer, all for her to be sold to some trickriders.
A soft "I'm sorry." interrupted my thoughts.
I turned around, not believing my ears.
"What?" I said, confusion drowning out my words.
He stared down into is coffee as I walked back to the table. "For selling the horses." He replied.
"If you're so sorry, then why did you sell them? I know it isn't financial problems, because we're friggin loaded! So what gives?! You're just being selfish!" I rant.
Infuriated, he slammed down his coffee, spilling drops of brown on the white crocheted dolly.
I stood silently, shocked by his outburst.
"After the mess you caused, you blame me?! It's you who INSISTED you go o the barn to practice! You knew how bad it was raining, yet you still wanted to go! It's your fault that she's dead!" He continued.
I sat down, my mouth open.
"How DARE you blame me! Mom made a concious decision to take me!" I said, pushing my chair back and running out the door to catch the bus.
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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...
