Just Make Believe

Chapter 1

I awoke that morning, tired and feeling like I was going to veg around all day, I did not want to get up. It was Saturday anyways, why even try to get up? 

I realize that I had plans, wonderful plans, plans with my best friend. The thought made me smile.

I turn over and look at the clock hanging in my room, almost yell when my clock reads that its 10:37 a.m. I was supposed to meet him at 11:00! I jump out of my bed, and grab the first outfit I see, an old blue sundress that I got from my mom on Christmas, something I swore to myself that I would never wear. Well now look at me. I didn't even notice that I had put it on until I was already downstairs, braiding my hair while my hat hung in my mouth. I slapped on my hat and grabbed a piece of toast on my way running out the door. It was 10:49 a.m. I was going to be late, it would take me a good half hour to walk to Peter's house. It was already too late to change on him, but I got a better idea.

I just threw on her bridle and jumped on my horse, Caramel. Thankfully I lived in the country, otherwise it would be really hard to gallop through the city bareback in a dress. All those proper people would probably stare at me, probably thinking, "Oh look, there goes that reckless little girl, Deanna, riding her horse like a demon 'outta Hell." And all the teenagers from my school would probably think, "Oh my gosh! Look its little redneck! Wheres your only friend little redneck?!" I wasn't the most liked girl in my school, and I only had one friend. Peter. He was the only one that understood how I felt towards humankind as a whole. Most people sucked. People are greedy at all times, like my history teacher had told me, "Everything that anyone in history ever did was because of money." And that was so sadly true about most of the people I had met. All except for Peter. 

Urging my mare to move faster, it seems like she just cant move fast enough. Finally I get to his road and let out a sigh of relief, it couldn't have been more than 15 minutes. My horse gets excited, as she gave a burst of speed at the middle of the road. We sped down the road and I got to his porch and halted my horse so hard, I fell against her neck from the momentum.

I slide off and let her graze on his front lawn while jogging up to his front door. Anxiously, I knocked in the rhythm as we always did, and waited for an answer. His mother answered the door, and smiled at the sight of me. She always liked me, I never understood why, i'm pretty gross and never dressing nicely and always helping to get us into trouble

"Why hello there Deanna, how are you doing?" She asked with her signature sweet smile.

"Hey Missus P., i'm doing well, thank you." I say as curtsying for her, she always liked it when I curtsied for her.

"Why, you look a small bit anxious today, and I see you were in a rush. You only ride bareback when in a rush." Mrs. P. smiled at me, a smile that showed she wasn't surprised. "Must you always be in a hurry?"

"Well ma'm, I was just in a hurry to get out the door for my and Peter's rendezvous today. I woke a bit late, and was trying not to be late." I reply, practically jumping out of my skin. I only ever used such different words with her. She used to live in England but decided to move to America for some reason, I never saw why. Such a beautiful place, England, but then to move to an ugly old desert-like town in the middle of nowhere. It never made any sense to me.

"Well I will just go and fetch him for you." She turns back inside and starts down the hall, but right as she leaves Peter comes running down the stairs.

"Hey! Lets go!" He yells as he runs straight past me and grabs my wrist as he runs through the door. He stopped abruptly as he almost bumps into my horse. "Dean, don't you think you are a little bit too old to be riding bareback in a dress? A seventeen year old girl, in a bright blue dress, riding a dark colored horse, going faster than anyone, with the risk of falling?" He gave me a smirk, he knew he was right.