“Dear Mum. Yes, I am working very hard on my school work and am keeping up with it fine. Matt is great at explaining all that complex maths-y stuff on trigonometry. Jacey is nothing like you described her when I was younger. The way you spoke, you made it seem like she was an imp who stole your brothers heart. I’m still mad that you shipped me half way around the world just for getting excluded from another school. I mean, come on, it was all just a misunderstanding. And anyway, it’s not like you don’t drink so I really don’t see an issue? I hate you so much. - Lana”
I deleted the e-mail quickly, feeling guilty. A little “7% left” sign popped up in the corner of the screen on Matt’s clunky laptop. Not bothered to dig out the charger, I shut the lid and returned it to the shelf. My brother and sister-in-law’s house had been home to me for just the past week. It was just one large room, in which bedroom, sitting room and kitchen had all been combined. Slight indents in the wooden panelled walls allowed curtains to be pulled around my bed and their bed (along with a little window, shelf and crates in which I stored my belongings) which was the only real form of privacy, besides the outdoor composing toilet. The wood burning fire (it is questionable having a wood burning fire in a wooden house, but each to their own) gave the house a constant pleasant aroma of smoke. Upon the counter sat three fish, dead eyes staring out at me. God, I didn’t mind eating the things, but seeing their bodies? No. Way. I pushed the door open, deciding to get a bit of fresh air before dinner that evening. It was cold and I wished that I had worn my coat that Jacey had bought at Dundell just days before. Mistfall was very different to Bristol. Already I had seen rabbits, squirrels, hedgehogs and frogs, just hopping, running and, whatever gait hedgehogs choose to use, around their home. Matt had even offered to take me up to see the wolves yesterday evening, but I had, not so politely, declined. Despite the fact that it was almost dark, everyone was busying themselves around the ranger station. I had no idea where Matt was, probably out riding in the woods, but I could see Jacey chopping wood. “Hey, Lana, check on the horses, won’t you?” she asked, nervously. You can’t really blame the poor thing. The social worked strongly suggested (which is what people use when they’re trying to say forced) Mum to send me here so that I could “have some time to calm down”. I was labelled Class A rebellious kid was behavioural issues, which apparently would seriously endanger my future. Since being here I’d already kicked off several times, but couldn’t people just deal with it? Actually, that’s the issue, Matt and Jacey could deal with it. I wanted to just use the “well I don’t want to be here and you don’t want me here” argument, but they DID want me. No matter what I did, they just met it with kindness in return. It’s almost as frustrating as trying to memorise quotes from Macbeth when no one gives a damn what Banquo said to Macduff anyway! Yes, yes, ok, you caught me. Heck, I’m a bit of a geek. I mean, school is awful but learning is sort of cool, sometimes. All three horses seemed fine. All were Connemara horses and were the sweetest animals I ever had met. Billi liked sugar lumps in the morning, Keto loved to be rubbed at the base of her neck and Faranita just enjoyed any kind of attention that he could steal. After allowing each a bit of attention, I walked back into the house, ignored the still uncooked fish bodies, and sat on the bed, wondering if it was worth the effort of logging back onto Matt’s laptop. HELLO THERE, it’s Li. Did you enjoy it? It would be amazing if you let me know if I should continue it or not. This is just the introduction to set the scene and stuff! This time next week it will be Christmas!
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Li Silentland
Hello!Welcome to my little space on the large internet where I can share my thoughts, views and fanfics! I am you 'normal' teenaged girl, who loves writing, gaming and horses. I've played Star Stable online since 1st June 2014 and I am currently a level 20 player on Cupcake Valley where I hang about with Frosty Roses and my 18 pixel horses! Disclaimer: All images and anything else to do with this blog are taken in the game Star Stable Online produced by Star Stable Entertainment AB. I have nothing to do with Star Stable and own none of their graphics. But I can tell you it is a great game and you should play it!
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