Ange (girlxgirl)

Chapter Twelve

I stand in her house taking in all the unfamiliar smells and sounds, she was right, the house is a wreck. The paint is peeling, the tiles are about 5 decades old, the carpet a hideous colour and it smells musty and not lived in. The house also smells like Miss Winnett, the book smell and sweet perfume and now I understand why: There are boxes and boxes full of books.

"Want something to drink?" She asks getting a cup from a box.

"No, thank you. Haven't unpacked yet?" I gesture to the tens of boxes all around the living/dining/kitchen area.

"No. I'm getting nearly everything re-done. New kitchen, bedrooms, lounge, dining, bathrooms, all of it. No use unpacking when I'll have to pack everything back up." She sighs and drains her water. "Let's go see this horse then."

She walks with long paces out her back door and down the slope to the paddock. The horse wanders up as it sees Miss Winnett, she smiles at it.

"What's the name?" I ask while looking at it. It is about 15 hands and a strong looking stock horse, pure white.

"Snowy."

I smirk, such a typical name for a white horse. "Original," I tease.

"Well then, Miss Clever. What do you suggest?"

"Saying it is a original, doesn't mean I have a better idea."

She laughs. "Sure you do. You have a comeback to nearly everything," she says.

I think about it. I look at the horse and think about everything it reminds me of. The snow, snow equals travelling, travelling equals winter, winter equals snow. It all comes back to snow.

"I don't know."

"Think then."

"Avery," I say in a fluster.

"Nice. Random, but nice. Approved," she says laughing.

I give a little dance and jump the fence, patting Avery all over, I then slip the headstall, that was on the gate on her head, she seems very quite and friendly, I hopefully don't have to do much.

"Is there a saddle here?" I ask.

Miss Winnett looks at me confused. "First of all, I have no idea what a 'saddle' is." I roll my eyes at her, she continues. "The old owners said something about an old shed with stuff in it, see." She points down into the paddock where an old weatherbeaten shed stands.

"Coming?" I ask her as I walk down to the shed, she looks down at her watch anxiously.

"I need to go into school, I told them I had an appointment."

"Suit yourself. What is the time?" I ask, noticing how hungry I feel.

"11:30, feel free to hang around here. Jesus, I can't believe I'm letting a student skip school." She shakes her head at herself in disappointment.

"Relax, Natalie." I say dramatically, walking off with Avery to the shed.

"How do you know my name?" She calls after me in curiosity.

I tap my head and walk backwards so that I can see her. "Clever," I call back.

She laughs and walks off to her car, leaving me alone with Avery.