The Worst Thing

It wasn't fair, a small sparkling tear rolled down my pink cheek. No one in my family was horsey except me. All we could manage was one riding lesson a fortnight and that was it. The lessons cost £12 an hour and now they were going up to fourteen. My Dad sat me down on the couch, "Katie," he said cautiously, "I am afraid...", suddenly I didn't want to hear, I knew what this meant I shut my eyes trying to imagine the world without horses I couldn't it was too much, too painful. "I think we are going to have to stop your lessons" he carried on. A painful arrow stabbed through my heart and froze it, as I gasped for breath. Tear after tear tumbled out of my eyes and dripped down my chin I never said a word or a noise it was one of those times where you just couldn't, like there was some kind of force shutting your mouth.

That was it I couldn't take it any longer with impaired vision from my swelling eyes I managed to run to my room I sat on my bed looking up at the walls that I had completely covered with cute pictures of ponies and horses and sometimes I dreamed of owning a horse cantering through open meadows on a lovely little pony, on a warm summers day.

Even though I knew it was impossible I was still allowed to dream. I thought of Harvey and Cloud my best friends that were horses, friends that always listened, friends that stood by you, friends that never argued or said that they didn't want to be friends any more. How could my Mum and Dad understand?  They didn't know horses like I did, no one in my family did.

to be continued

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