After dinner I stomped up stairs grumpily. Slamming the door closed and running to my bed before I face planted. Screaming into the pillow.
Why couldn't I at least have one friend. One my age so I wouldn't have adults constantly telling me something I don't want to hear or there so dull talks.
I got up grabbed a bag that was sturdy and grabbed clothes. I stuck nessisary toilettes. Food would have to wait till my parents went to sleep.
I laid in my bed till I heard a light click off. Sneakily I went down the stairs. Opening the pantry I grabbed all the food and water bottles I could fit in my bag. Gaining a pen and paper I wrote a note "Be back soon. Take care of papa and someone else. Dady don't try looking I want to explore and get one friend my age I hate how boring adults talk and I can't talk about normal teenage stuff to you. I'll be back and I will be careful. Love Stella."
I closed my back put the note on the fridge and walked out the door quietly. Putting my bag on the ground I shifted and picked it up onto the road to find myself and destiny.
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Not So Foal Anymore Book 2
FantasyStella has grown her mother a horse shifter as her father. She feels closed off striving for freedom from rules that are meant to keep her safe. The rules are in place for a black stallion tried to take Stella's mom as a mate he was also a shifter...
