The Prince and The Pauper (On Hold)

Chapter 3

Hey guys! I know I haven't updated in forever, but I had sports and my school's musical taking up almost all my free time. But here's the next chaper. Enjoy!

~Callie~

        “Come on Bailey, come on girl.” I try and speak encouragingly to the little piglet that has somehow gotten herself stuck in the hayloft. It boggles my mind how she figured a way to even get up there. But sure enough, here she is. This is one of those crazy stories you might tell another person about, but it would be a little too ridiculous to tell anyone about this. The only reason she’d do this that I can come up with is that Bailey likes challenges. She likes to keep me on my toes I guess.

        She responded with a soft “oink” before backing further into the loft.

        “Bailey please, I’m going to be late.” I reach out for her again, but she’s just too far. Huffing in annoyance, I check my watch. 7:20. Crap. I’m going to be late! School starts at 7:30 and it’s a 15 minute walk from here. I really don’t need another tardy mark this early in the school year. I’d had more than my fair share last year. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not a bad student. It’s just that Danielle, the barn owner, like to increase the morning chore load on a constant basis. Eventually it started getting harder and harder to get the chores done on time.

        She really doesn’t like mom, hence why the chore load is ever increasing. She just wants an excuse to lay mom off, which is where I come in. I help mom with the workload so she can get everything done on time and keep la cash-o-la, as mom calls it, coming in. She doesn’t make much, but it would really dent the budget if she didn’t have this job.

        I took a moment to asses the situation before slipping my fingers into the pocket of my jean shorts and pulling out my oatmeal bar. I held it up into the loft and began waving it in front of Bailey’s face. If this works and she takes the bait and I run to school there’s a slim chance I’ll be on time.

        The sound of hooves crushing the loft’s hay told me she took the bait. Slowly I retracted my hand until she was close enough to grab.

        She let out a sharp squeal in surprise as I lifted her off the loft and placing her on the ground. After she had settled down I led her to her pen and gave her my breakfast bar. I’m not mean enough to taunt her for nothing. So much for breakfast. I though sadly. My stomach grumbled in reply. She ate her little meal happily before I shut the pen gate and sprinted for my backpack.