"What took you so long, Cassidy?" My mother asked me haughtily. Before I could come up with an explanation my dad said," It takes awhile to take care of horses, Abigail,". This is the routine, every meal. Argue, argue, argue. It didn't used to be this way. Before the twins were born, and money wasn't as tight, they were always happy and in love, not bantering.
I zone out as it continues. It's better for my younger siblings. This is all they know, or remember, that is.
When I finish I get up and put my plate and utensils in the dishwasher. I travel up to my room and finish some homework.
At around 7:30, I head to shower and change into pajamas. I pop in one of my favorite movies, Secretariat, and climb under my sheets. It's too hot in July for a comforter.
My window is open so I can hear the summer nighttime sounds- the crickets and hoots and howls-and quickly succumb to sleep.
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Starting Over
Teen FictionCassidy Bryant has ridden horses since she was a little girl. She's seen other riders get hurt but she never realized how traumatizing the experience would be. After breaking her leg on a ride with her favorite horse, Apollo, Cassidy loses her confi...
