One more chance - Part 1
Hey everyone. This isn't my first story on here. I've written "Apollo" and "Blossom." A lot of girls enjoyed them and hope you all will like this one too. -Shine
Sunbeams were scattered on that morning. A slight breeze was flowing on that morning. I woke up content. Quickly pulling on pants and a top, I slowly walked down the stairs. I found my older sister eating toast. She was reading one of her favorite magazines.
"Hey Jamie. Want some toast?" I yawned.
"I'd prefer some french toast and cereal Josie."
"Jamie, I'm not a chef."
I laughed. "Ha, ha. Could you try to be one?" Before she could reply, I scooted out the door. Running to the barn, I went to the first stall.
"Hey Major. How's your mate?" Saying so, I went to the next stall. "Sweet Missy. How was your night?" Passing by, I ran past the empty stalls in till I reached my horse. "Junior boy! How was your night?" He snorted and seemed restless. "Want your morning ride boy?" I asked.
Something. I felt uneasy all of a sudden. Running to the last, dark, empty stall,I gasped. A horse was in there staring at me. It was majestic, massive was probably the word. "Where have you come from?" I asked aloud. Seeing a note tacked to the post, I grabbed and started reading.
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Sorry this is so short.
One More Chance - Part 2
Sorry this took so long. I'm terrible I know. LOL -Shine
The note read:
"I am sorry I have to do this. His name is Chance. Please take care of him and don't report him. I might come back to take him. I love him."
I felt numb. Running to the house full speed I came upon my Mom and Josie.
"Mom, you don't understand. The next person I'm working with in the library in Marsha and you know I can't stand her! She drives me-" Josie stopped when she saw me.
"Jamie! What happened?" Mom asked.
I held the note out to her. Mom grabbed and read it. Josie started getting impatient. "And? Yes? Hello anybody? I'm still here!" I wanted to slap her. "Josie quit it! You're being a pain!"
"Like you're never one" she muttered.
Mom's face went blank. "Jamie, Josie, come on. Come with me to the stables." Running to the stables, I ran back to the abandoned horse.
"Oh.My.Goodness." Josie said under her breath.
"Mom, what are we going to do?" I asked. Mom grinned, like she was not aware of what was happening.
"Keep him" she said simply."
"Huh?" I asked. This was not my usual worrying mom.
"Keep him," Josie repeated. She smiled too.
"Chance," she said softly, the morning breeze carrying her words away.
One more Chance - Part 3
It was so unfair! I thought everyone had gone crazy. I mean, how crazy was keeping a stray horse?
Only that happened in movies with a note tacked to the stall. And I had to muck its stall, ride it, water it, I mean the whole job. And all anyone did was just coo "He's so sweet!"
No one understood except Andy. He was basically my best friend. We were a pair. Josie always teased me. Get this straight, I have nothing at all for Andy. NOTHING! So I wish every one would quit.
Andy was the everyday boys girls fall over for. I mean the blond hair with the long bangs and tall height with light brown eyes. I hated how girls would glare at me because I was the one with him. I felt bad and mad. It wasn't my fault right?
One afternoon, I received a phone call. Andy of course I thought. "Hello?"
"Hey Jamie. Dude, you have to check this out. Someone moved into that empty ranch down on Fair Oak lane. All I've seen is two guys, sixteen maybe. You want to say hey?"
I grinned. Andy way of saying "hey" meant you had to do a little spying.
"You bet! Let me ride Junior to Fair Oak Lane. Meet you there, okay?"
"Got it." he hung up. I smiled. I could feel an adventure.
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One More Chance - Part 4
"Oh my goodness! I have to go and meet Marcy at the mall!" my sister shrieked. Rushing, she grabbed her purse and ran out. I groaned. She looked like a freak. Rolling lip gloss on lips that were already glossed, texting on her new cell phone. Her hair was in that soo cute messy bun. She was so not the tomboy sister I use to have.
"Mom, I don't like the idea of a strange horse in our stables," I announced in the entrance of her art studio. She didn't reply. She was painting a newborn baby, in a soft blanket, a mothers arms around it. She had a streak of black paint on her cheek, tan paint on her arm.
"Mom, who's going to muck its stalls, groom it-"
How come she replied to that??? I stomped out. Her voice followed me. "Jamie!"
"I love you!"
She always did that. Said those three word in the most random times. I stopped.
"I love you too!" Then I smiled. I ran out to the barn and tacked up Junior. Before riding out, I checked the "new" horse. What I saw made me freeze.