In Ones Good Graces

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"No, too formal." Hazel judges the simple dress I'd put on, for the horse raise, that's happening today.

"What this is like the hundredth dress you'd been disagreeing of, if you don't decide than I just might as well just crash my living room." I cross my arms over my chest, with a strict voice, making sure that she got that I was being serious.

"You ain't gonna stay here all day and night, getting fat and watching Netflix, even contemplating on how miserable your life is. No you're gonna get out there and come with me to the horse race, that I so won't gladly attend on my own." She fires back and I loosen my arms, from covering my chest and let go of an long and a heavy breath, in surrender and roll my eyes.

I then felt a soft thing so lightly hit my face and then drop to the ground in a soft thud, "don't you dare roll your eyes at me again."

"You're being melodramatic." I throw the pillow back at her, that lands in front of her crossed legs and she grabs it to hug it, tight against her body.

Now she's the one who sighs irritably and disturbingly, "can you just pick an outfit that actually relates to country. What you so far have shown me is.....you know what let me pick." She throws the pillow harshly on the floor and gets up to walk to my closet. I move out of her way to look through.

The next thing I know, she is throwing clothes behind her back, as they all pile up and scatter all over the floor. I'm completely astounded by the way she's searching for an outfit, if this is how she daily basis tries to search for her outfit, her house will definitely look like it's been through a nuclear bomb.

I don't even want to think about it.

"Got it." She's holding a white thin crop with really short ripped denim shorts, that shows the front pockets underneath and a pair of light brown cowboy boots, "now change." She hands the clothes and I strip out of my old clothes and into the new once.

"You look hot as hell." She shrieks in excitement and when I turn around, I truly am shocked by the way it turned out.

"Now lets go, the cap is waiting outside." She grasps my wrist and starts sprinting, making me feel as if my arm is about to jolt off, do to the force that's pulling me with.

"Okay, could you please let go of me." I hate when people grasps my hand or wrists, it's just really uncomfortable, though some never really means it to hurt, but by the fact that I don't feel I have any rights, makes the situation and uncomfortable. That's how I feel when someone grabs my wrist or hand.

She swiftly lets go and we continue down the stairs and out in the summer day.

"We're going to the horse race." Hazel told the taxi driver at the front, when he turned to nod at her, I remember it's the same guy who had driven me to the Lowell's house the very first day I came here.

"Hi." I smile and awkwardly wave, he does so too and I awkwardly run to the back door, opening it and make myself comfortable, buckling myself.

When we finally reached the event. A lot of cars, were parked on a gravel field around us and the entrance with two people. Handing each person their ticket that they had payed for, letting them enter the tournament.

We pay half half for the both of us, to the taxi driver and get out.

We buy our tickets and walk on gravel dirt road. As the sound of stones being crushed together with the dirt, from every step that trailed from on another.