My dream horse

My dream horse

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On my 13th birthday my parents had saw the love I have for horses. So they decided that I could get my very own horse. My mom had told me I had to take good care of it if she had payed for the horse and bought it every thing I needed to take care of my horse. I had been going to horsemanship lessons since I was 7 so I thought I knew everything about horses. I had started reading up about them and trying to learn everything about the horses So my mom,dad and I had went down to a horse farm to go pick up a baby horse. I had seen the perfect horse. The horse was a chestnut hires with a black tail and brown eyes. We decided she was the horse. We could fit her in the back of the car because she was such a small filly. My dad and I has built a pen for her a little while ago. My parents had asked what her name was and it told them her new name is Princess. My mom didn't realize that we needed hay for her first. So we dropped Princess my dad and Me home while she picked up some hay.
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"Actually I do. I'm working", I said with no emotion at all. They didn't deserve it. They don't get to know how I have felt through the years without them, I'm happy here. "Nope, your coming out to dinner away from this dump with your brothers and father", He said whilst looking around in discust. I rolled my eyes at him which he looked pretty shocked at. "Look Stone, Im not that 6 year old you can just boss around and fuck over anymore, I can take care of myself, Ive been doing that for my whole life so far, so why not the rest, so either order something or get the fuck out", I said to him getting faster and faster as I spoke. The boys gasped when I swore at Stone. He, on the other hand, looked furious. Matilda is 16 years old, with 5 older brother, 5 terrifying older brothers in who she hates with a passion. They left her to deal with their father wrath, to live their own lives far away. She now lives alone, in a dangerous and dirty neighbourhood, but she doesn't care, as long as she is far away from those she is suppose to call family. But when they all turn up for Christmas, hoping for happy times and warm hugs, she is instilled with fear and pure anger. Will she accept them, or will they stop trying? She couldn't care less, she was always the forgotten child. #1 - abuse #1 - brothers #2 - family #1 - siblings #1 - forgotten #1 - independent #1 - only daughter #1 - alone #1 - Brother

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