Dude

Chapter 2

I'm sorry, I just realized I never fully introduced myself of my family. My name is Legacy James Granger, I just turned 17 years old two weeks ago on November 30th; I am 5 feet 7 inches tall, dyed black 'emo' style hair that is styled to fall in my right eye. I have PTSD from all of the beating I recieved while I was in school from middle school until my 11th grade last year; when my three bullies beat me into unconciousness and broke my jaw, my left arm, fractured four ribs and concussion.

My mother left the family when I was 3 years old and my younger brother Leif was a year old; no warning, no note, nothing, she just took her clothes and important items and left without a trace. Dad filed for divorce and was granted it since no one could find her and she didn't respond to the ads take out in papers.

My little brother is Leif Erison Granger and he is 15 years old with dyed black emo hair as well with paler skin than mine and his is blemish free unlike mine from all of my beatings. My brother and I both have sky blue eye color and natural dirty blond hair when it isn't dyed. Leif is a sophmore in high school and he works on the farm with us as a ranch hand with Blaze, Tony and James. Leif has such a bubbly personality and well loved by everyone he meets.

My dad is Logan Granger, owner of the Granger Equestrian Health Ranch. Dad is 40 years old, 6 feet tall, lean build but with muscles, with brown eyes and brown eyes that he keeps styled short. Leif and I take after our mother in appearance more than our dad; dad has pictures of mother kept in the attic in a scrapbook that is placed in a trunk. Leif and I found that one day we were in the attic as kids while we were playing.

So, on with my story now that I've viered off course for a moment. Today is Thursday and I've already done my school work this morning and now I'm out on the ranch working with the horses after taking care of the chickens and pigs as two of the other ranch hands mend the fencing and other chores as Blaze works with me with the horses. I'm going to start training Salem and one of the others for shows here in six months that dad and I are going to show Salem and his horse, Lighting, another Appaloosa.

"Dad, what time is Carter arriving today?" I ask as I brush down one of our horses after bringing her in her from the coral as he brushes Lighting.

"4 p.m. which will be his times when he comes during the week; he'll be here at 1 p.m. on weekends." Nodding I place the brush away as I lead the horse into her stahl and locking it as I walk out.

Dad and I walk up to the house to grab a drink of water before we each have a client showing in a few minutes. "What was Carter's older brother's issue with you the other day?"

Shurgging my shoulders as I down the glass of water before placing the glass on the counter to use later. "He didn't like me because I'm a teenager and he didn't think I have the qualifications to work with Carter."

Dad scoffs as we head back outside to meet our clients who should be here any minute. I'm working with a 10 year old girl, who is such a damn sweetie and it's a damn shame why she's here; her biological dad abused her becuase her mom left then when she was 4 years old; he abused her from the time she was 4 years old up until she was 7 years old when she was removed from the home. The little girls name is Scarlett and she is just adorable with her long curly platinum blond hair, bright baby blue eyes, and matching dimples. Scarlett was adopted by a loving mom, Sierra, who has tried helping her in any way that she could; Scarlett has been with us here for the last two years. Scarlette has PTSD, a stutter, and Androphobia, which is the fear of men.

Scarlett has progressed tremendiously over the last two years here and originally she was going to be dad's client but she was absolutly terrified of dad and latched onto me right away; so she became my very first client. She has warmed up some to dad but she's still very terrified of him which he understands.