Coming home

Chapter 2

I wake up from my deep sweet painful sleep and look at my room. The bed a beautiful peach the walls all wood and the floors wood with my brown fury rug. I'm sure gonna miss this room. I walk over to my mirror and just stare at myself. I'm a hot mess. My messy bun is even messier with a lot of brown and blonde strands poking out and my makeup all smeared and I'm in my last nights outfit a pink plaid shirt with light blue jeans I'm even wearing my black cowgirl boots. What happened last night.

Short story:(My parents died in a fire trying to save my brother and I plus our horses. And I fell down the stairs and hit a part of my head and now I have forget me not syndrome. I forget little parts of my nights eventually I remember them but not really.) end of story.

I make my way downstairs to see a beautiful table with glorious food like hot cakes, pie, bacon, and eggs. Then I see something ugly. Him aka my brother aka pain in the but aka Jackson. He was worst then his usual 18 year old self his messy brown hair had flakes of dirt and I have no idea what he's wearing it's all covered in mud. My uncle sitting across from him looked no different just older.

"You were out late last night." My uncle says looking the morning paper over.

"I was? Huh do you know how late?" I ask pouring myself a glass of fresh orange juice.

"Let me guess you don't remember." My brother says glaring at me.

"Jackson, be nice you know she can't help it." My uncle fires back.

"Sorry sis" he says backing down "so what did you and Bo do?"

"I don't know"

"Was it fun?"

"I guess"

"Where did y'all go?"

"Jackson, please you know I hate a lot of questions in the morning." I snap.

"Sorry I was just curious" he snarls at me.

"Anyway before Aunt Sinclair comes I'm going to go for one last ride. See ya." I say grabbing some carrots and celery before heading towards the door. Lucky loves celery and I love the carrots weird right.

"Be careful Amber if your not back she'll come looking for you." My uncle says still reading the paper.

I ignore his little comment he only said that to annoy me. I know him. I saddle up lucky and head towards the pond away from the house. I don't want to be here when she gets there honestly. I stop and let lucky get a drink. She loves to run I mean loves it but she gets tired too. She begins drinking when all of a sudden she just starts jumping in one jump at a time. I laugh.

"Oh lucky I wish I could take you. Imagine riding up to a burger joint drive threw and watch there faces when they open up the window and see us. Hmm.... How's the water?" Probably shouldn't of said that because next thing I know I'm being splashed with forces of water and we end up playing in the dirty mucky pond one last time.