Okay so yah it's my first and only like two people are probably goning to read it. soooooooo moving on u probably dont want to here me go blah blah blah all the way down this page. So I will start...
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"What?" I yelled down the stairs.
"Shiloh, we're leaving, come say good-bye to us," Mom called up from the living room. I ran down them jumping over the creaky stair at the bottom. I ran into her arms. She had her short blond hair curled up with one of her best dresses on. It was turqouise, I had seen her wear it once before while going to one of my dad's business parties. Her hazel eyes looked into my blue ones, "I love you."
" Me too," I whispered back.
"Where's my hug?" my dad smiled, arms open, with his bright white teeth gleaming. I jumped into his arms and ruffled his dark brown hair. He squished me between his muscular arms as i pretended to choke. "Sorry Shi," he said as he let me back down to the floor.
" I really wish you guys didn't have to leave me," I looked at the floor and scuffed my foot against it.
" You know we have to take care of your grandma. I wish we didn't have to leave either sweety." My dad kneeled down and pecked my cheek with a kiss.
As they left I slumped up to my room and looked at the clock. one hour untill mom and dad would be at the station and from there it would be a two hour train ride. I'm glad I didn't have to sit on the train. I can't stand watching people sleep. I mean how can you sleep on a two-hour train ride. My eyes drifted to the picture of the appaloosa horse cantering over a beach. My dad had given it to me as a birthday present three years ago for my tenth birthday. I loved it as much as my baby-blanket.
I was sitting on my bed when the doorbell rang. " The babysitter." I told myself, forcing my body to get out of bed. I clopped down the stairs and slung the door open.
"Hi!" a cheesy looking highschool girl shoved herself and her fifty-pound luggage through the door. Her pink lipstick and blue eye shadow could have been a smaller amount but what the heck. I guess I might be able to live with her for a week. But definatly not two months. Uggg, what were my parents thinking.
"You must be Shiloh," she smiled at me after getting herself settled into my parent's vacant bedroom.
"Yeah the one and only," I rolled my eyes and went back to checking my phone after sitting in my favorite spot on the couch.
"Well theen, my name's Tasha," Her toothy smile faded to a sly grin, " And don't think I'll be playing house with you or doing your make-up because I have my own personal life to get on with."
"Yeah sure," I could hear her stomp up the stairs and shut the door to my parent's bedroom.
Who was I kiding? I can't last one day with a high-strung sixteen year old who's more woried about her clothes than her actual life.
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so there is the (really boring) begining of my story. Trust me it gets better. Well... hopefully. Yeah spelling errors and that crap are still in there. Enjoy! the title of the story is relly random but you'll understand why i named it that later...
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Forever Rose
Ficção AdolescenteThis story is about a young girl of thirteen who is tortured by the death of her parents who died in a car accident. Forced to live with strangers as a foster/orphan she realizes that horses might be the answer to helping her on her way back to reco...
