Wild at Heart (discontinued)

Just Another Day in Misery

Chapter 1:

     Arrrrrrggghh!!! I knew I shouldn't have stayed out so late last night! I silently scolded myself feeling the effects of not enough sleep. I groaned out loud and rubbed my temples at the oncoming headache which threatened to make my head explode.

     I sat up and stretched, checking my alarm clock. 5:00 am, time to get ready for school. School, a foreboding place of misery and an ever strict social hierarchy on which I'm so low I'm not even on the grid.

     Yep that's me, Emily Birdsong, socially awkward and about as smart as a rock. That's what my foster parents say, and a majority of the kids at my school.

     My parents died when I was five in a freak car accident. I was the only survivor. That was ten years ago. They were the only ones who knew my secret and will be the only ones ever to know, I trust no one.

     I learned that the hard way. You have to learn to keep your head down and to blend in with your surroundings. Then you don't get hurt. You see, what makes my life so different is the fact that I'm....special, you could say.

     I'm what people would call, a horse-shifter. I'm half human, half horse. A mustang to be exact. The people of our small country town outside the big city where I go to school, know me, or my mustang me, as the rogue mare.

     Not to be vain or anything but I'm quite a looker in the horse world and many have tried, and failed, to catch me. I have a perfect buckskin color with black socks and a thick black mane and tail. I also have a sort of white streak slightly off center on my forehead that's goes down not quite to my nose.

     I sighed at the memory of last night. Every night I sneak out of the house to run free as my other half, to escape my lame human life and go to a better one, a free one. Last night I ran the countryside wild and didn't stop till near dawn, hence my lack of sleep. I shouldn't have been so careless but hey I couldn't help it.

     I forced myself out of my cheep bed and stood on the cold, bare, hardwood floor of my tiny room. I quickly got dressed.

     I pulled on  a plain blue shirt that's really soft and actually fits my slim figure. Then some skinny jeans and then my old beat up, white, tenna-shoes.

     I walked quietly out of my room and down the hallway, carful not to wake anyone up, and into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror at my slim figure and my messy blonde hair.

     It was a golden blonde when I was little but got darker as I grew up. I ran a brush through the natural whispy waves and tamed my bangs. They have gotten longer but are still just above my eye when brushed straight down.

     I brushed them to the right side of my face and added a bit of mascara and lip gloss before heading to the kitchen to make myself some toast.

     We live in a modern country style home, so one floor and a basement. The front door opens into our open floor living room and kitchen with a small dining room off to the right side of the door. On the left is the hallway with our bathroom, which I sadly have to share with my mean foster sister Claire, and three bedrooms though mine is more of a large closet.

     The other bathroom is in my foster parents room, I've only ever see it once but it's gorgeous! It's huge and it has a giant bathtub that is basically heaven on earth. Not that I've ever used it.

     Anyway as of right now I'm standing at the counter eating some toast with a glass of milk. It's about 5:30 now and that means I have half an hour to myself before my foster family gets up. I usually walk to school to avoid riding in the car with them except when it's raining.

     I hate rain. It's  kinda, ok really cliché, but it was raining when the car accident happened. I remember the cold raindrops hitting my barely conscious  face as I was pulled out of the crumpled car in a ditch on the side of the highway. The cold wet grass soaking my clothes and slowly freezing my battered body.

     I shivered just at the thought of it. Today it wasn't raining though so I was good to walk. Actually if I start now I could get to school early. It's only about two and a half miles away, or just over an hour and a half walk.

     Just as I was about to head out the door Claire walked in wearing her extremely pink, extremely fluffy, extremely extreme pajamas. I know I overused that word but it's the only way to describe the horrific outfit. On top of that her auburn hair looked like a birds nest. I smothered a laugh and got a glare from the devil herself.

     "Leaving early I see? Suits you right to walk, animals don't belong in cars." She sneered. I didn't flinch. I was used to this kind of talk. "Look who's talking, in that get up you could pass as a pink flamingo, all that's missing is the beak."  

     With that I ran out the door before objects could be used as projectiles towards my head. I knew I was gonna regret that later at school but right now I couldn't care less.

     As I walked the first mile on the side of the highway that leads to our house I was tempted to change but I knew it'd be better to just walk rather than gallop. I run the risk of getting caught, weather that be changing or as a horse, out in the open. So I sighed and continued the long walk.
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     School just started and today might be my lucky day, I haven't been tripped o- Nevermind, spoke too soon. I quickly grabbed up my papers and books before other kids could kick them farther away.

     Time for another loooooooong day. Just another day in misery. I thought laughing mentally at the authenticity of that statement. So true. I thought, so true.

Well here's my other book out for all you horse lovers out there. Sorry it's out way later than I intended but now that this chapter is out I can get to work on the next chapter for Forbidden Love so check that out when it's done. (If I get it done) I swear I'm taking forever to get stuff out and I greatly apologize for my laziness. Anyway enjoy, till next time!

Cya!