Is It time to give up? (ON HOLD!!!)

Halle is 13 years old, she loves her horse, Baylie, and lives in the busy city of Manhattan. Halle goes to the best school that money can buy, she has everything she could ever want. But it seems she is missing something. When Halle takes a hard fall, will she ever be able to get back in the saddle? Will she finally find what she is missing? Or will she be forced to give up what she loves the most, her horse, will she move on and find better things?


4. Chapter 4

       I woke up to the sun shining bright in my face. Slowly I got up and stretched, loosening my muscles. Jonah had gone home last night around 9, and I had to make Madison go to bed around 10. Yes, she is 9 years old, she shouldn't be going to bed so late. But you have never dealt with a 9 year old like this. She gets what she wants, when she wants with no questions asked. 

      I threw the covers off my body and walked over to my dresser, pulled out sweatpants and a tank top. As fast as I could I got dressed, grabbed my IPod, phone, and ran down the stairs to the kitchen. I hurried to eat a bowl of cereal and then I was on my way. Every morning I go jogging for half an hour, doesn't matter if I have school or not. During the summer I usually swim in our pool, but the pool is closed and only the hot tub works. Can't really swim in a hot tub.

      I jog to the end of the driveway and head out towards the field that's half a mile away from my house. I put my headphones in and start blasting  Oath by Cher Lloyd, mine and Kandy's song. I pick up the pace and start running, past the little shops that are scattered around on the street. I can feel myself start to sweat, and smile to myself. I have always tried to stay active, my mom doesn't consider riding a sport. She thinks I'm just sitting on an animal and telling them where to go. But there is so much more to it, you have to be in sync with the horse, you are responsible for it. You have to get the right lead, the right diagonal. You have to make sure their head is up, everything comes back to the rider. 

   I clear my head and just concentrate on my running. At my old school I was on the track team, of course that school was a public school. Now I go to some preppy private school, the teachers are rude and don't care about anything. They just tell you to do the homework, and you do it so you don't have to hear the complain that you didn't. I smile when I hear Little Things come on. Yes, I am a Directioner*, ever since I saw them on the Today show during spring break. I start singing the lyrics. Not caring that people are staring at me. I never had really cared about what people think about me, if I don;t know them. I care about what people at my school think of me, I don't know why. I know I shouldn't but I can't help it.

   "MAYBE THAT'T THE REASON YOU TALK IN YOUR SLEEP!" I scream at the top of my lungs. A old woman stare at me and give me a glare.

     I stop and turn to her, "What? There could be something wrong with me, I could have a mental problem and you just stare at me like that? That's right go on with your day feeling guilty! Judgmental people, need to learn some manners. Ha, and people talk about how my generation has something wrong with it." I say to her and start jogging away. Yeah, I did just do that. I have never liked it when people stare at others, usually if someone is staring at me I don't care. But that lady just bugged me, for her being an old lady she should have some decent manners,

     I pass all the shops and finally hit the dirt road that leads to the field. I see a cloud of dust in distance, obviously it's a car. What else could make the dirt move like that? I go off to the side of the road and continue running. As the car passes I turn my head and wave at the person. They smile and wave back, I love mornings when people are friendly, unlike that old bat. 

     I reach the soybean field and turn around and head back home. I feel my phone vibrate and I look at it. 

<TO:HALLE> <FROM:MOM> What time will u be home? Dale needs to go to work early today and if you would like to see him before he goes and u go out u need to be here fast.

   Of course, everything is about Dale. Why would I care that I didn't get to see him this morning? It would make it a lot more peaceful!

<TO:MOM> <FROM:HALLE> I will b home in 10, he dsn't hve 2 wait 4 me. 

<TO:HALLE> <FROM:MOM> Fine, do u need a ride 2 the barn?

<TO:MOM> <FROM:HALLE> Only way I will get thr rite?

<TO:HALLE> <FROM:MOM> Yes, hurry up and get home. I don't want to wait for u all day.


    I put my phone back in my pocket and run fast back home. I don't want to run too fast and get there before Dale leaves. I slow my pace when I get to the little market that's just a minute or two from my house. I go fro a slow jog to a walk, trying to get my pulse down. Eventually I reach my house and walk up the drive. I push open the door and see my mom sitting in the kitchen.

  "Hurry up so we can leave, Halle." she says to me when I grab a water from the fridge. I nod and run up to my bathroom and jump in the shower. 

   I step out of the shower and wrap a fluffy towel around my body. I walk to my closet and pull out some breeches and an old t-shirt. I throw them on and pull on my boots and half chaps. I grab my phone and head down the stairs to find my mom.

   She is still in the same spot, when she sees me she grabs her keys and we walk out the door to the car. We climb in and we drive the short 15 minute drive to the barn.


*Directioner. I capitalized the D, because we are our own people. Our own group, culture if you will. Like Deaf people, or like the Chippewa. :) Love you my little bunnies!! Kind of a short chapter sorry.

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