Never Give Up

Moving

♡ You are free to make whatever choice you want, but you are not free from consequences of the choice ♡

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"What!?" I yelled. "Jayden, darling please!" mum pleaded. "Please what? I have just started to fit in and you are going to take me away?" I screamed.

"You have to understand, your dad found a good job, with good money." Mum said. "Well I have a good social life" I argued.

"Jayden Bella Smith, this is a tantrum I expect from a 4yo not a 16yo!" Growled mum. "Arrr" I groaned and ran out the front door. Leaving my mum and my older sister sitting there.

"Parzo?" I called into the stable. Parzo is my horse, a beautiful palomino if I do say so myself. "Paz, we are moving! We can't move" I squeaked.

Parzo stomped and I wrapped my arms around him and just cried into his neck. After a few seconds, my sadness got filled with anger and I grabbed a neck rope from the tack shed and vaulted onto Parzo.

As I turned around I saw mum standing there with pleading eyes. "This is home mum, and you know it" I screamed and galloped off. Being on Parzo made me feel free, my only friend. The sound of his hooves matched my heart beat, it was magical.

I leaned back, and felt the wind on my chest, just to make sure I was not dreaming. I pulled Paz up just as we reached our favourite place, were the whole field was filled with sun flowers up to Parzo's shoulder. The sun was setting and I could never imagine never seeing this breath-taking place again.

I patted Parzo as we walked off to the lake, another place in summer we love to go to cool off. I hopped of Parzo and let him frolic in the water, I leaned against a tree and closed my eyes.

I heard Parzo snort and I opened my eyes to see his head shoot up, he was backing away slowly. "Parzo." I whispered slowly getting up. I heard growling "Parzo!" I screamed.

Parzo ran, past me and I grabbed a bunch of mane and flew myself into his sturdy body.

"Run Parzo!" I screamed kicking him forward like our life depended on it, which is ah kind of DID.

I looked behind be to see a faint outline of a . . . .