A series of bad events

Introduction

I'm Lucy, I'm 15 and I live with my dad and my mum, in a giant manor house in the country sides of Seaton, in England. I really enjoy it but it's not that good at times, people seem to think rich people are spoilt and get everything they want and fuss and whine, but it's really not like that it really isn't. People used to bully me a lot in my old school, not matter how much they feared the guards of the possum house hold ( my house ), they are so big and they tower over everyone and yell at you a lot. Once they came over to the house of two girls who used to bully me, let's say it didn't go well.
People always say that I get everything I want, and they always beg to see if I have the latest "iPhone 7" or something ridiculous like that, but I don't and I'm not even allowed things like that, I have a iPhone 5 and it works perfectly and I like it, I don't use it to often but when I do it's handy. They always say that I'm lying and that I bring my bad phone to school and line up my better ones at my house, and even if I did have that my mum would get so frustrated she'd break them, my mother can't even work a computer it just makes her angry and overly confused. Everyone says that I have a big room with very expensive paintings and a big bed with a netting over it and a small pet dove that sends messages to me or even a white pretty owl or something rather expensive and outrages. But I don't. I have a medium sized room with a rather cool bunk bed that does me good, it's got a expensive desk under it too, that was my sisters before she died, my sister died of a horrible seizure and she then had a stroke quickly after. It put my whole family into to shock, losing my sister at 16. Infact most of our horses died since the servants didn't look after them me and rosy did, but after she died I just couldn't get out of bed. It happened when I was 12 and I was very dependent on her, as she was my big sister. But people at my old school didn't see it as a horrible event they saw it as a opportunity to make things up, like she had commuted suicide, because of me. It really got to me it really did. I didn't tell my parents about it untell i started believing it. They never told me in full detail of how she died, all they said is that her drawing pencil was in her hand and she was laying on the floor, having a seizure. I was at tutoring and I wasn't at the house at the time. But I knew if she had done, it wasnt because of me. We did everything together, every morning we got up super early and took her dog tintin for a walk around our 1st garden and took him for a practice in the agility yard, she taught me how to draw ever so wonderfully and how to mix water colours to make new colours and peachy sort of things. But the most amazing thing of all, rosy taught me the way of horses, she wasn't any odd horse rider she was a kind of horse whisperer too! She had loved horses for years and mum said if she looked after them she'd pay for them. And that's what happened, and she taught me how to ride a horse, that I got my own pony as soon as I was a confident rider, her name is sparkle and she is a lil plump and is black with white and grey rings around her mouth and eyes, she was very expensive because of her beautiful markings.
Rosy was always spending time with her horses but she always loved company and used to nag me to come and ride with her.