Runaway Bay

Stephanie Morrison is a normal 12 year old girl. She is a lover of horses. Stephanie leads a good life until her parents unexpectedly pass away in a ship accident. Now, her horse Blade has been sold to a slaughter company and Stephanie has an idea to escape her grandma's house. Stephanie comes across real big adventures, but will she emotionally survive the drama that comes with it? Read to find out.


5. .

  As I wiped the blood off of my shirt, Josie bursted into tears.

    "Well. It looks like we'll be having fried raccoon tonight!" I joked to brighten up the mood. This didn't help. She just cried more.

   When Josie finally calmed down, I decided that it was the right time to ask her what was on the tip of my tongue.

  "Josie? What exactly were you doing up here?"

   "Well I, I, I heardddd a, a growl, su so, I decided de that I would co come up here to make sure it wa wasn't Mid Midnight." she said through her, still, trembling voice.

  "Well, next time just come and get me if you hear a growling sound."

   I pulled her in for a hug, but she stopped me and pointed to the blood stain on my t-shirt.

   "Oh...right... I guess I better wash up first."

   We climbed down the ladder that lead to the hay loft. When we both got on the ground, Midnight came over and rubbed up against Josie's leg. I patted Midnight on the back and promised her some treats and more food later. She purred in agreement.

   We both walked very slowly back to the house. Josie was the first to speak.

   "What will we tell Dad about the blood on your shirt and the raccoon in the hayloft?'

   "Ummm...well...we'll just tell him that Blade got a little cut on his foot, and when I wiped it off it got on my shirt."

   "What about the coon?"

   "We'll just leave that in the hayloft for him to find."

    "And when he asks us about it?"

    "He won't ask us about it."

    "How do you know?"

    "Because, he'll just think it's a random coon that died in our barn from old age, and had nothing to do with us."

    "And if he sees the stab mark in its chest?'

    "Man, you really don't shut up! Do you?"

     She looked up at me with hurt in her eyes.

    "I'm sorry Josie. I...I just have a lot I'm thinking about right now. Now what did you ask me?"

     "Oh, nothing."

    "Are you sure?"


   "Are you sure?"



     I started tickling her stomach and she fell to the ground with laughter. Her little giggle was the cutest little giggle in the whole world. We just layed there for a little bit, telling each other about our day.

   "Mommy took me to the toy store. I got a new Barbie." Josie said excitedly.

    "I had a good day, just..."

    "Just what?"

    " know...friendship problems."

    "Oh. Who doesn't want to be your friend?"

    "Well, a lot of people. But that's okay. What did your Barbie look like?"

    Josie looked at me questioningly. It was like she didn't believe what I was saying. She was one smart cookie.

   "She has long, blonde hair and she came in a pink outfit. I picked her out because she looked just like me."

    Josie sat up and stared into my eyes.

   "You're not my sister."

    I was a little surprised and shocked at this sudden change in subject.

   "What do you mean? Of coarse I'm your sister."

   "No, you're not. Your attitude is totally different."

   "Oh. It's just...a phase that I'm going through."

   Josie stared desperately into my eyes. It was like she was trying to find the real me.


   I heard Mom call for dinner and we both sprinted towards the house.

   I felt as if I were trying to find the real me too. And I know who's taken the real me.






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