Feral

by Abbi
(Oregon)

The Path

The Path

I woke up. It was finally summer break and i was pooped from the bonfire last night. I rolled off of my bed and looked out my window. Sweet. It looked like a sunny day outside. I yawned and decided to get dressed. I put on a blue spaghetti-strap tank top, and trotted upstairs.

I was the first one up. It was around 8:30 AM. Hm. I made myself some toast. As I leaned onto the counter to eat it, I wondered what I should do, since nobody was up. I decided to take a walk in the woods next to our house. I ripped a piece of paper from a random drawer, found a pen, and scribbled down the words:
'Went for a walk, I’ll be back at ten!'
--Piper

I pinned it onto the refrigerator and slipped my old hiker boots on. It was sunny, but it was chilly, so I put on a coat as well. I walked off into the woods. I came to a field. It was a hay field, and went on for what seemed like a few miles.

It was beautiful, but the path to it was overgrown with trees and shrubs. I took in a deep breath and let it out. Freedom. I brushing noise, like a deer cracking through the long hay. I turned around to see, not a deer, but a back horse.

"An Arab." I told myself, Remembering myself as a little 7 year old girl, obsessed with horses, memorizing every horse book I could get my hands on. Now I was a rebel 13 year old teenager. Still, obsessed with horses. It thundered in a circle around me once, and than stopped straight in front of me.

It snorted, and then gave a bow. I don't know why I got on. If you know me, you would know that the 5 main things I like are high fives, hugs, horses, animals, and piggy back rides. So i got on, and before I knew it, I was racing off through the woods.

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