Painted on Speed
“Get up! We’re going to the Ranch!” A sickly familiar voice caught my ears.
I mumbled through a mouth full of pillow, “Mhy erre we ‘oim oo a frm?”
“What?” The voice yelled at me.
“Why are we going to a farm?!” I yelled back.
“Don’t play stupid.” She pushed me out of bed. I tumbled off my covers and thudded onto the floor of my room. I leaped up, and yelled at her, “Alice!-“ I was cut off by my mother saying, “Don’t you two start fighting! You wanted to do this, Safania. Don’t forget your money this time, I don’t think they’ll appreciate it too much twice in a row.” I groaned and glared at my sister. I dropped back onto my bed, and reached over to the bed stand beside my bed. I pulled it open, and picked up a black leather wallet with a chain attached to it. I opened it up just to make sure my money was in it; to make sure Alice didn’t steal it again. “I got it!” I yelled down to my mom. I pulled off my shirt and put on a black T-shirt, and pulled on blue denim jeans. I jumped out my door, and flew down the stairs. Today was the day! I wouldn’t forget my money either!! A red bowl sat in front of me when I sat down at the table. I looked in the middle of the table, and looked at the variety of cereals I could pick from. I automatically went to the chocolate flavored cereal. I ate fast; first one done. I got back up, and walked to the living room. I grabbed my jacket from the coat hanger, put it on, and then went back into the kitchen. “When are we leaving?” I eagerly asked my mom.
“After your sister is done with her breakfast.” She mumbled around her shirt. I groaned, and looked outside at the large open grass field. We had just moved here a year ago from Chicago. Big change, but I liked it. Alice didn’t, but Mom and I do. I walked out the door, and walked to a whitewash fence near the edge of our big white house. My Great Dane, Milly, was sleeping by her red, non-original doghouse. I whistled to her, and her head shot up. She jumped toward me, and jumped up the fence. Her big front paws were on the top of the fence. I pat her head, and walked to the gate. I let her out, and we walked around. Her black and white coat shone brightly in the sunlight. I smiled at the big puppy. She was a show dog, so her head was always high, her walk neat, and her tail up all the time. I walked around the field. Lots of trees grew around the edges of the field, with nice lush green grass. I felt the weight of something hit my leg, almost knocking me to the ground. I looked down and saw Milly; she’d gotten out of her cage again. I pat her head, and walked on. We were a rich family, but none of us acted like it. Well, my little sister did… I heard the engine start in the car. I turned and ran; telling my dog not to follow. I jumped in, and watched as we slowly back up, the trailer hooked to the back of the truck.
We drove for about 2 hours. When we got there, I couldn’t believe how much my best friend’s farm grew. Paint horses, Appaloosa horses, Friesians, Arabians, Thoroughbreds, Standardbreds, anything you could think of. They had hundreds of acres! I’m not even kidding! I hoped someday I would have the same too…
We pulled up to a big white house with a brown trim. My friend, Alice, came running out, and hugged me. I hugged back, asking, “Is your mother here?” She nodded, pointing to the house. We came in, seeing her mother baking some pie, and cutting apples for the horses. I asked, “Can I make a purchase…for a horse? Preferably a cheap one that I have to train, or that you can’t go near because she’s wild maybe?..” Alice’s mother, known as Lilly, laughed. She walked out of the house, me following like a duckling. She led me to a seemingly empty pasture. She stood there, waiting. I was getting bored. Then, suddenly, a loud scream split the still air. On the horizon, a black shape drifted into the air. It came dashing at us like a train.
But I put a bunch of work into this! It's only a fragment of it. Enjoy!
