Taking Chances

Chapter 1

 The gravel underneath us rumbled as we pulled into the driveway.

 "Welcome to your new home," my dad announces, while I warily survayed my surroundings. There was a quinte two-story house. It wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. It was a soft yellow color, and felt strangly welcoming. I wasn't used to being welcome, or welcoming others. To the side, there was a classic red stables, with white trim. Several arenas lay adjacent to it. Behind them were rolling green pastures. I spotted several horses grazing. Great. Horses. Yay. I don't know what he expects from me, but I'm not picking up horse shit. I'm not some cow-girl.

 "It's... nice." But when we got out, I realized it wasn't. The stench...Oh God, the smell. "How can you stand this smell?"

 "The horses have waste, just like me and you." OK, he did not just compare to a horse. " You'll get used to it, don't worry." I sighed.

 "Whatever. Can we just go inside?" Smiling, he lead me in, promply giving me a tour. There was a dining room, with a large wood table, and comfy looking seats. The living room had wood-paneled walls, with an ancient TV, and a couch with a floral pattern, and several...interesting blemishes. There was a tiled bathroom, nothing special, and then he told me about his bedroom and study- both upstairs along with my soon to be discovered bedroom.

 "You are not to go inside the bedroom, or my study. Understand? Never. One time, I might show you, but not anytime soon. Your bedroom is all the way down the hall. I'll see you later during dinner, OK? I have to clean up around the stables." And with that, he left.

 Love you too, Dad, I grumbled as I trudged to the white door. Slowly, I pushed the door open, as if waiting for some barn-yard animal to pop out. Luckly, I was safe. Settling my bags on the bed, I spin around, observing the room.

 It was...well, it was strange. Not at all like what I was used to at home.  The walls are a disgustingly-bright yellow. The bed has a pink, flowerly spread. Ugh. There's a wood cabinet, and shelves waiting to be filled. There is a desk, tall and long, able to withstand a great deal amount of force. Looking closer, I relaize there's a picture on it. And there we were. I remembered it. One of our last times as a family. But not really. 

 " La la la. Then it went, ba-da-DUM. Then, Cindereldra came, and she had a pretty blue dress, and then she danced, like this." I twirled to demonstrate.

 "Did she now?" My dad asked, stroking my then long, 5 year old hair. " Don't you mean Cinderella?"

 My face scrunched up. See, I was very picky about my princesses back then. Tears threated to fall as I answered, " No it's Cindereldra!"

 My mom shot daggers at him with her eyes. She knew how long it would take me to calm down. He, of course, didn't, since he was always at work. But he got the hint.

 "Sorry hon. Cindereldra it is," making a funny face at the foreign name, scrunching up his nose, and making me laugh. That was his special talent. He was always so good at making me laugh. Then again, he was also good at making me cry.

I sigh... Why did he put up that picture? He probably thought I wouldn't remember it. Then again, he thinks he knows me.

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A/N: Howdy there! Yup, that's the third chapter. Lol, the whole Cinderella/Cindereldra thing came from one of my friends, who used to call Cinderella Cindereldra. True story man. Yeah, so I'm still gaining momentum. Next chapter will probably be more interesting. But, I'm interested in what you guys think will happen next. So feel free to leave a comment saying what you think might happen next. And no, i'm not out of ideas. though i might use some of yours if i like them, lol. Well byes for now.

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