Love, Christy [With Slight Editing!]

Dear Diary,

This is my first entry now that I’m living here with Mrs. Trelia. I found her at the edge of the forest, because I was running away. She owns this entire ranch and she even let me ride. But Dear Diary, you want to know the best part?

She has a son.

His name’s Bryce, blonde hair, blue eyes, muscular, and an excellent rider. He’s the one who taught me, and Mrs. Trelia said in another month or so while I bond with HomeRun, my horse, we’ll be ready to do shows. According to her, I pick up things quickly. But it’s really easy, it sort of comes naturally. I have plans to go riding along the path tomorrow with Bryce, tonight I’m practicing keeping my heels down when I canter.

I turned my cell phone off and have hidden it under my bed. If I turn it back on, I’m going to be overloaded with questions and hugs and mushy-gushy stuff that I don’t want to deal with. So for now, I told Mrs. Trelia that I was a run away orphan, I’m living here. Maybe someday I’ll return home.


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