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.


11. .

  When I got home, mom was standing there with the phone in her hand. I let the door bang shut behind me. We stood there for a minute, staring at each other.

     "Why?" she finally asked with disappointment on her face.

   "Mom, I can explain-"

    "No, there is no need to explain Stephanie. This is all my fault."


    "I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you's my fault things got out of hand. I just didn't think this girl was that mean...I'm so sorry sweetie."

    "It's okay mom. But you're not mad?"

    "I'm only mad with myself. You did the right thing. If anybody ever comes swinging at you first or tries to hurt you in anyway, you defend yourself. I just got off the phone with Mr. Mills and he said that there will be no consequences, but Cassy is going to be in In School Suspension (ISS) for the rest of the week. Again, I'm so sorry sweetie. If anything, or anybody, ever bothers you again, you come to Dad and I immediately."

    "Oh okay."

    "Come here sweet pea."

 She pulled me in for a great big bear hug, and we stood in that position for at least a minute...maybe more.

   "Dinner will be ready in an hour or so. We're having your favorite, steak and mashed potatoes."

   Dang! If I knew I would of gotten this type of treatment, I would've punched more people!

   I walked into my room and plumped down on my bed. Just three more days to get through, just three more days.

  I slipped on my blue jeans, old tee-shirt, and old brown cowboy boots. My hair was already pulled back into a slick ponytail, and my bangs were pulled to the side.

   I looked at myself in the mirror. Was I really as perfect and beautiful as Cassy described me? I mean, I did have pretty hair and skin, but not at this type of season! My skin was white as snow from the winter, and my hair was too long. It needed to be cut. The brown in my hair was just a plain old brown, and my teeth were far from perfect. I can't even believe Cassy said that I was perfect. And here I was thinking she was.

   I slipped out the back door by Josie's room so I didn't have to walk past mom. She would have probably told me another fifty times how sorry she was, and hugged me even longer.

   When I walked into the barn, Blade was curled up into a little ball on the floor of his stall. Even though he was about 12 times heavier than me, and twice the height, he was still so adorable lying there.

   I lied down on top of him and whispered into his ear all the things that happened today, agreeing how tiring the day was.

   We lied there for at least 10 minutes, until he started fidgeting. I got out his tack, and tacked him up in the western saddle. Today was not a day to work, so I decided to just take a trail ride into the woods.

   Blade looked around and jumped at about every stick that cracked underneath of his hoof. He hadn't been anywhere but his stall, pasture, or arena for about 2 months. It was a good idea to go trail riding.

   A squirrel ran up an old oak tree and he skidded to the side, almost knocking me off.

  "Whoa Blade," I said to calm him down, "It's just a squirrel."

   When we came across a wide creek, he started to throw a fit. All he had to do was jump, like he does all the time in the arena, but no, this thing had moving water in it, so we just found a different path a couple yards east of the creek.

  We continued walking for about 10 minutes, when Blade pricked his ears at something bright orange moving in the distance. Before it got through my head what it was, a gun exploded.

   Blade took off at full speed, with me barely clinging on to his side.

   "Whoa Blade!" I tried to tell him. He didn't listen, he just wanted to get away from the sound.

   I heaved my self back up into the saddle and yanked on the reins, causing him to stop. He started to move around and bucked a little, but he couldn't take off since I had control of his mouth.

   "Let's just go home, maybe trail riding isn't for you." Blade bobbed his head in agreement.

   I got off his back and just walked him to the barn for the rest of the way. We didn't see any more hunters, but Blade was good at keeping a look out for them. He skidded at every single leaf that fell off the tree, and anything else that involved moving or making a sound.

   I was wore out by the time we got back to the barn. It's hard for someone who's only 90 pounds to hold down an animal that's 1200 pounds. I was also small for my age, so that didn't help.

  After I untacked, fed, and watered Blade, I ran back to the house, eager to eat.

   Apparently Mom had already informed Dad about the incident between Cassy and I, because he didn't say one word about it. He calls it a "Girly problem," therefore he tries not to get involved unless it's something truly bad. Thank goodness. I didn't want him to make a big deal about it.

   I hurried up and ate dinner, took a shower, then went to bed, reminding myself that we still had another three days of school left.





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