Jess Hay

I'm Jess Hay, typical stereotype name - i know this, because i've worked on a farm all my life... Anyway, i go to school, i have friends, but i don't have a crush. I've never had one. I'm straight though (don't get me wrong) it's just i haven't found the perfect one yet, even though i'm 16 years of age.

I write songs, normally about our farm, because i have nothing else to write about, we don't have a TV, we don't need one (although it is quite annoying when you're the only one in school that doesn't know a TV programme.) i have to post letters to my family, thats the only way i can talk to relatives like:

Grammy

Grampa

Sister

Brother

Cousins

If you're wondering about Mum/dad,

My mum died when i was 6 and my dad lives with me on the farm.

I had a perfect life on the farm, i was about to create a record label with a girl down the road; she has a lovely voice, then it happened. It was a month ago now - a beautiful morning. 'Dad!' There was no sudden reply, no anything reply. I threw my vest top on and my shorts and ran downstairs. I clenched my straw hat on the way out. 'Dad?' There he was. Crying. I sprinted to him, dropping my hat. 'Dad whats wrong?' I said nervously, he didn't say a word. I scanned the farm to see if everything was still running smoothly, my jaw dropped. 'Where's the cattle?!'

'Hunny, we're leaving tomorrow. Pack your bags, i'm sorry.' A bombshell landed in my heart, we were bust.

I cuddled him again, with all the might i had left in me.

'Has... Has.... Layla?'

'Yes.'

Layla was my horse, she was gave to me when i was 3, i'd loved her ever since. A tear ran down my cheek, then splashed my chin as it fell.

'Darling, i'm sorry, your life has not been easy and i'm afraid to say its only going to get tougher from here.'

I ran inside.