The Life and Lies of Me

My name is Esme. Ever since my parents died in a car crash, my sister is the closest person I've got...even though she hates me. Love is in the air for a while. A diary is the best part of my life right now. It's amazing what just letting go of your emotions really does to you.
I live with my Aunt Mira who has a grudge against me, godness knows why. After stealing her diary, I can find out my aunt's secrets too. I miss my old friend, but will a new boyfriend make things better... and will the love last? I just want to know the secrets of the past, and the secrets of my mum and my aunt - the twins that never got on.


With secrets, lies and the twists and turns of life, Esme will discover the mysteries that you don't even find in stories.

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20. A major accident

Friday 29th November

Well, I have to admit…Today could have got better. To put it in short, let’s just say there was a major accident, a lot of shouting, and a lot of worry. And it was my fault.  

It started with school. Not much happened. It was Carly’s last day, thank God. Not much else to report.

Then I went horse riding with Ashleigh-Rose. Now that I’ve got to know her, I call her by her nickname, Rose. We went to Feather down Farm, a riding school where I had learnt to ride. I loved it there. I gave Rose the grand tour. I had been riding since I was three, so I was welcome at these stables. But I have never ever owned my own horse or pony. It’s the money. My parents could never afford it. Aunt Mira could, but she’d never agree to it. She seems to have a grudge against pets. I don’t mind, though. I practically own one of the horses here, anyway. His name is Lucky. Which I guess he is, I suppose. When I think back to all those competitions we entered and won together. They were the good days.

Rose was riding Mocha, a very calm mare that got her name because of her colour, like the coffee. I’d ridden her a few times before, but she was too safe for me. I liked a horse with a bit of personality!

Anyway, we rode through the forest and through the clearing, with permission from Callie, the stable manager. It was amazing once again to feel the wind through my hair. It had been so long. Of course, we were only going slow, for Rose was inexperienced. We were trotting, for that was the fastest she could manage, and she seemed to enjoy herself.

That’s when the trouble started.

BANG!

Some idiot was shooting pigeons a little way off. The noise made Mocha rear. I never knew she was afraid of loud noises. I watched in horror as Mocha reared. Rose screamed as she clung onto the reins. She managed to stay on, but Mocha bolted. Lucky seemed calm, so we galloped after Mocha and Rose. It couldn’t let her get hurt. I am the one with the responsibility, here.

I was too late. Poor Rose was gripping on for dear life. Then, my heart nearly stopped as I saw her toppling to the side.

“LET GO OF THE REINS!” I yelled, panicking. She had to let go, or the horse would trample her. It didn’t look as if she was planning to let go.

“ROSE, YOU HAVE TO TRUST ME! LET GO NOW!” I could barely be heard over the thundering of hooves. Lucky and I were catching up, but Rose had already fallen. She didn’t let go, and Mocha dragged her a few metres before Rose’s grip loosened. I dismounted. I whispered to Lucky. “Get Callie now!” And Lucky ran.

Mocha had stopped. Rose was unconscious, I was terrified. I examined her wounds. There was a huge cut on the back of her head. She must have hit a rock or something. That would surely do some damage. Minutes later, I saw Callie galloping towards us on Lucky. I sighed in relief.

 

Then I went to hospital. Things didn’t look good. The worst bit was when I came face to face with her parents. I had to tell them exactly what happened. Rose’s mum got angry. Livid, in fact. She could have slapped me. Then, she started yelling.

“HOW COULD YOU LET MY DAUGHTER DO SUCH A THING! SHE IS FRAGILE AND MUST NEVER DO ANYTHING SO DANGEROUS!” I didn’t know what to say back.

“No, you must have misunderstood. Rose wanted to go horse riding- .” I was interrupted.

“I don’t believe you. Now **** off so I can see my daughter.” I want to cry. That was taking it too far. It was an accident. Accidents happen.

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