Ch9. Lesson Three. Reprecussions
I sat there on my hands and knees. I hadn't cried since my mom died, but I did now. I so didn't want to disappoint my heard leader. That's so wrong. And I had. I Was a fuck up. I'd have to face the music when I got home. I didn't know what I was going...
Ch8. Lesson Two. Follow the Rules.
I sagged into the seat in English Monday Morning. God I could never get used to Mondays' There you are, enjoying your weekend, and all of a sudden you have to do crap you'd rather not be doing. Sorry if I'm sounding morose. It's raining. I fucking hate...
Ch7. Lesson One. Humility
\*\* Damn but it's cold this early. I had to leave before my dad got home or I'd never live it down. This thing itches too. I'd gotten only a little sleep last night so fucking excuse me if I'm not in a chipper mood! Sorry sorry. Its not you it's me....
Ch6. Training your Colt
I groaned as I entered my bedroom. _What the fuck am I getting into?_ I hoped I hadn't pushed Adan too far in PE today, but he has so many bad habits to unlearn. I reached for the leather handles of the chest and slid it out from under my bed. It held...
Ch.5. The Herd.
So what do I do? I mean I have the pony under my hand. I could do anything I wanted. The tables have turned. I chuckled eagerly as I sent the message. Time for your chickens to roost my friend. It wasn't that I disliked the young colt, but he had a...
Ch4. Friends?
Adan avoided me at all cost the next few days. He sat in the front row in English. He stayed back in the field while running. He didn't accost me at lunch, and he avoided me in the locker room, changing to a stall far in the back. \*\* Good! He...
Ch3. Slip Up
I sat down in the back of the English class as usual on Monday. My head had finally stopped hurting and the lump had gone away. Again to my right sat Aden. The equine didn't even look up. At first. He turned to me and looked me in the eye, his face...
Ch2. Getting to know you.
The next several days passed quickly. Aden made my life hell. I'd pass him in the hallway, he'd try to trip me. I'd be running on the track in P.E., he'd try to outrun me (notice I said try). He'd push me against the lockers in P.E. I didn't dare...
Ch1. New beginings.
I so don't want to go to school today. It isn't that I dislike school, far from it, but well, we just moved. Thanks Dad! So now I have a new school to go to. No friends, no circle of support, and no one who even remotely knows me. I guess considering...
Ch.25 (Movement 3) Finale
Ch25. Finale \*\* Rick waited in the wings. This would be it, the final performance. Both he and Dal had decided. Even though the war raged on, there was no use for them to fight. Both of them were beyond the young fighting age of the soldiers that...
Ch.24 (Movement 3) Dulce
Ch 24 Dulce \*\* The war raged on. Years passed. Dal had taken up the fight. He composed patriotic music. He became a staunch proponent for the cause. He cajoled, he conducted, and he was Dal through and through. Rick was surprised at the equine's...
Ch.23 Movement 3. Rapido
\*\* Dalten Sr stared ahead of him. His wife, Vi, breathed hugely through her equine mouth and nostrils. Labor was well underway. In another room down the hall, his grandson had been born. Dalten Sr. had only eyes for Vi, and his new foal though....