Call of the Horses

Chapter 4

My alarm beeps, so quiet I could barely hear it. I get up and put black jeans and a light green t-shirt on with my green converse. I quickly tie my hair up into a messy bun and a light cover of make up which makes me look presentable.

I creep down stairs hoping that no one wakes up. I'm about to walk out the door when a photograph in a gold frame sitting on the coffee table catches my eyes. Its of me and my foster parents on the next door neighbors horses.

Mum is on a black gelding with a star under its forlock called Nightmare. Dad is on a chestnut mare named Ginger. And I'm in the middle riding a palimino pony called Nutmeg. A huge silly grin is plastered on my face. I remeber it was one of the best days I have ever had.

I tuck the photo in my bag and walk out of the house. Out of my foster parents lives. Out of my previous life.

Gone forever.