A New World

CH. 4

CH. 4

    After I was done at the barn, I was just so sad that when I came in the house, I didn't even say hi to mom, or even look at her. I ran straight to my room. I could here my mom calling my name, but eventually I blocked it out. Once I got in my room I shut and locked the door. I jumped on my bed and buried my face in my pillow.

    After hours and hours of crying, my mom finally came in. I looked up at her, and then I realized my face was red from crying so I quickly hid it.

"Megan. Don't cry."

"I wasn't crying." I lied.

"Then why is you're face red?"

"Okay. Fine. I was crying. I am just sad too leave all my friends. And I will miss you too."

"Its okay! We can video chat everyday!"

"Will you let me see Pepper when I call?" I choked.

"Of course honey. And you could even sing to him through you're phone."

"Okay."

"Now, you better start packing. You leave Friday. Two days from now."

"I will. Six months worth of clothes...right?"

"Yes. I love you sweety."

"I love you too mom."

    She hugged me, then went out the door. I got out of bed and went to my mirror. On my mirror I usually tape pictures of my horses and family. On the right side were my horses. There was Pepper, Flicker, Annie, Mollie, and Sandy. Then there was a picture I really loved. It was Pepper and I standing together. Back when my mom took that picture, Pepper's mane was long and curly. Now his mane is short. We had to cut it short for show. Besides, now he looks more like a boy! Also there was a picture of Flicker and I. It was at the competition. I had a big trophy in my hand from second place. And Flicker looked so beautiful with her long flowing ivory mane.

    On the left side of the mirror was pictures of my family. I had several pictures of my mom, friends, cousins, and grandparents. But I had no picture of my dad. Except for one when I was very little. He took me to the fair that day when we took it. He was very tall, and I was very short.

    The truth is, I am happy and excited to see him. But I'll just miss everything in Texas. Dad lives in Chicago, and that is nothing like Texas. What will I do?

    I looked in my mirror. Man, did I look horrible. My eyes were red and sore looking, and my cheeks were rose red from where I had been crying. And my hair was a mess from where I had my face in my pillow. I went towards my desk and grabbed my hairbrush. I went in front of my mirror again, and slowly glided through my tangled hair. It hurt! Since my hair is so long, it hurts a lot to brush it. After 15 minutes of trying to brush it, I went down stairs to get my luggage. It was stored away in a closet in my kitchen. When I got the thing, it was dirty and covered in dust. I brushed it off and went back to my room.

    I set my luggage down on my bed and looked in my closet. This is going to take a while...