You Promised

Chapter three: Brittany Fidler

'Brittany Fidler.' I wrote that name in my new Journal entry. 'I hate those two words.'I continued to write. 'i haven't seen Joshua in over a week since our awkward conversation we had at the stables. It just makes me wanna cry.' One clear tear dripped down my light pink cheek. 'Life is hard.' I wrote.
I got up from my seat and pet Goofball. I threw my pencil across the room and held Goofball in the palms of my hands. I looked out my window to see if Joshua was outside on the bright green grass. He usually comes over every Saturday during the summer time since we have no school. I eventually made my way downstairs into the kitchen in my furry slippers. Every step I took, my polkadot pajama pants were underneath my slippers because of how long they are. My baggy tee was my old high school gym shirt that i've never wore before; i don't do gym class.
Once I made my way to my lovely clean and white kitchen, I took out my MAC laptop and started to type some words onto the bright screen. I heard the peaceful sound of tiny birds chirping outside near the shrubs and trees. I typed onto my new computer. The little keys made clicking sounds which helped me to focus on what I was typing. 'Tumblr', i looked up in the google search bar.
Every day I eat my warm buttered toast and go on different and unique tumblr pages. All of these sites inspire me to actually have a productive day so I run back up my long and creaky stairs into my cute light blue room. I change out of my comfortable, baggy clothes and into something more exceptable.  I grasp my drawer handle to reach for some shorts. It happens to be eighty degrees outside this morning so I need to wear some clothes that won't make me sweat. I grab my baseball tee shirt and my cap and head out the door after cleaning my plate with some toast crust left on it.
I can't stop thinking about Joshua and how he must be feeling. He lost his best friend and his girlfriend. But I don't feel that bad for him because I'm not even that special and neither is that demon of a person, Brittany Fidler. I hate that girl. She's obviously on the cheer team so she sees Joshua Moore everyday during summer practice which isn't fair at all. I haven't even seen Josh in over a week.
I quietly make my way into the barn to take Bambi for a ride. Once I get Bambi all ready for his journey outside with me, i realize Sugar's not there. I check her stable and I see no Hay from last night so she must have eaten it all. I tie Bambi's rope next to the wooden water bucket I fill every day. I reach into my ripped jean pocket and grab my gold iPhone. I call my father to make sure Sugar didn't escape. "Hey Dad?"

"Hey Darlin, what's up?"

"Dad, Sugar's not in her stable and maybe she escaped. That would be so bad and i'm so sorry I didn't watch her. But don't worry we'll get her back and-"

"Hannah, chill. I just took her to my friend Henry's field for a ride." i hear noises in the background and I can hear Sugar's gallop.

"Oh, i'm so sorry Dad. I just got worried while feeding Bambi because I didn't see her there." I hang up and wipe the little sweat off my small forehead. For having an A+ in average in all my classes, I wasn't that smart five minutes ago. I wipe some more sweat off of my face; or that might even be tears. I just care for my animals so much that I would do anything for them to be safe. I walk back over in my cowgirl boots to see Bambi drinking his water from the soon to be empty bucket. I quickly grab his rope and hop onto his humungous back. The brown and tan horse is having the time of his life while running through the clean cut grass next to my farm. But, all I could think about is the snobby Brittany Fidler. How dare she break up with Joshua; or did he break up with her? I don't recall, but that doesn't even matter. "Ahhhhh!!!!!" Bambi and I crashed into a sturdy tree. After being passed out for ten minutes, I slowly reach over to see if Bambi's okay. He's laying down on his side, looking like he's hurt. "My poor baby. I'm sorry." I start to cry. I reach for my phone once more to call my father. "Daddy, Bambi had an accident because of me."

I make mistakes and I also make decisions I'm not proud of.