October 14th, 1987. I had turned 8 earlier that year. It was a night full of love, and taking care of the farm. Dogs, horses, cows. I was a 3rd grader, and had the happiest life and the most optimistic personality. That all changed on a fall night in 1987. I had gone to sleep in my dark- purple colored room. My parents had gone to sleep right after me. Mom read me a book, Green Eggs and Ham. At approximately 3 o clock in the morning, a burglary had happened. Everything we owned was stolen. My parents were shot and the bodies were taken. Nobody knew little Cali Anderson was hiding under her bed with a butter knife she had kept in her room. I had gotten back up at 4 when they left. I called the police, gave them my address, and fled the scene. The dogs were gone, and TRUST me, I spent all morning looking for Donnie and Princess. No sign, they had been just as scared as I was. I started running, but my little mind almost forgot about the little pony, Dolli, in the barn stall just a couple of steps away. I didn't want to be seen by the police at all, as I was shy, and did not want to be taken in as an orphan. All of my relatives had died. I had nowhere to go. Except for Dolli. I ran to Dolli, just barely put her saddle on, and had packed my food, and some horse treats for her. I rode off and was never seen by police again. Wait a second...
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Going Home
Mystery / ThrillerCali Anderson's parents were killed in a home invasion when she was 8 years old. She had rode her horse out of the scene and had found somebody to live with. As being kicked out, she took a ride to find her old home, or at least what was left of it.
