I'm back! So, before I start out on this new story I just really want to say thanks to everyone why was so nice about me quitting the last story. It meant a lot to me to have you guys be so understanding.
I hope you'll like this story.
She hated her job.
She loved her job.
She would never raise her voice.
She was as loud as ten other girls combined.
She only said what needed to be heard.
She could and would talk for hours about absolutely nothing.
She was proper and conservative.
She was called cutting-edge and wild.
She was plain and accepted that.
She was gorgeous and she knew it.
She was too serious for her own good.
She laughed constantly.
She was obedient and respectful.
She fought for what she believed in, no matter what who she had to argue with.
She was numb while she worked.
She was completely focused while she worked.
She cooked and cleaned.
She sang, danced and flipped off of horses.
She was an average housemaid.
She was an extraordinary rodeo-show girl.
Lucy Walker were one girl living two opposite lives to make up for the one she had left behind.
Lucy sat on a beam in the barn playing with her show horse's mane. Her boss had told her to meet him there to discuss her horse, Cheeko, after the show that evening. She petted his head, which he had rested on her shoulder. She looked at him trying to be innocent and couldn't help but laugh. It was almost like he knew he was in trouble. "Why can't you act normal?" She asked and leaned into his neck. He immediately became irritated and pulled away from her, causing her to fall off the stall divider she was perched on. She glared at him from the aisle between the lines of stalls. "Jerk."
"I'm telling you, somethin' ain't right with that gelding." Teased Tom who had entered the stables just in time to witness the fall. Tom owned and ran the Wild West Rodeo Show and looked the part. He had a handlebar mustache, cowboy hat and a Texas businessman accent. Over the past six months Lucy came to think of him more as an uncle than as her boss.
"I like 'em!" Lucy said enthusiastically as she jumped to her feet from the hay-strewn floor.
"Yeah, I know you do." He said with a hint of annoyance directed towards the medium sized painted horse. "Listen, he's been acting up during the show. He's snapping at the other horses and rearing up. If we can get him to stay in formation, it'll hopefully straighten him out." Lucy frowned. "No, it ain't your fault. It's his." The sixteen-year-old brunette continued to scowl even deeper.
Assuming she knew that he was going to ask her for more rehearsal hours, Lucy whined, "I can't give you any more hours than I already am. I can't come during the day."
"Why don't you quit that job?" Tom asked.
"Because I need the extra money."
"Why? You know we'd give you food and a place to stay if you needed it."
"I need to save the money. Tom, we both know I can only do this for a few more years."
"So? You can marry Frank in a couple a' years and he'll take care 'a you." Frank was Tom's son.
Lucy felt awkward at this suggestion. Frank was somewhat repulsive, but she couldn't say that to his father. "I couldn't."
"Lucy, you're already a part of our family. Why not make it official?"
"I'm sixteen Tom! I'm not thinking about these sort of things." She lied. She thought about it often but Frank usually wasn't involved with the idea of marriage.
Looking peeved at the subtle rejection of his son, Tom changed the subject. "Anyways, if you can't practice more, I'm going to need to get you a new horse."
"Who? You don't have any other painted horses with smooth enough gaits."
"What about Frisco?"
"I'll fall if I stand up on him." She said shortly, still upset by Tom's suggestion regarding Frank.
"We'll figure something out." Tom answered.
"I have to go." Lucy said, grabbing the bag that held her brightly colored costumes and left the barn.
"Get a good night sleep. You haven't been lookin' so good."
"Yeah, sure." She said sarcastically and started walking away.
"Oh yeah, and don't write Frank out of the picture. You might not love 'em, but he's a good kid and he'd be a good husband. You can stay with the rodeo and everything."
Lucy didn't turn around and kept walking. She felt frustrated and offended all of a sudden. Inside of her head, it was a crazy jumble of confusion, exhaustion, stress and the marriage conversation coming up again with someone other than her parents coming up made it all seem like too much to handle.
Reviews are, as always, greatly appreciated.
In case you were wondering, Cheeko is a real horse and he's amazingly stupid.
Oh yeah, that disclaimer crap needs done... Bitches, please I own you all (or at least all the characters so far.)