Fat lot of good that did him. The responsibility card went out the gate when I bailed on him while he was talking to his friends. I was like Houdini except everybody had seen me leave and I had sought refuge at the top corner of the grandstands in the horse dressage arena. There was no way I was hanging out even on the sidelines with his friends. All douchebags. Every. Single. One of them. I waited to receive a text message from Mikey of when he was ready to leave and after that night it had cemented our no fuss friendship. He didn’t tell on his mother about me leaving and I didn’t tell his mother about the black eye he had received from one of his “mates” or how he was concealing it with one Tessa’s foundations. The Andalusian horse had placed in all tests and awarded best overall. It had inspired me the next day with Mikey to set up a little jump at the farm. However, like most of my brainier idea it didn’t work out. My horse that I had named “Tic-Tac” due to her white and grey colouring was a work horse and decided on her own accord that she had no time or the temperament for it. …show more content…
I had the same impression. Not quite similar words as yours though. The stables and the horses are incredible and unique masterpieces.’ And spoken like a fucking Politian.
I nodded briefly as my response and I was relieved when I saw my Father’s figure come through the courtyard doors. He was flanked by two other men in suits who immediately broke off and stood at each side of the