Habits Of A Wanderer

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm afraid we're going to have to put her down." Hearing those words echo in my ear, I fall to the filthy ground. The vet looks down at me with concerning eyes, and a face full of pity. My heart drops to my stomach, and my hands start to shake. I was so hopeful, so sure she would be okay. "A-are you sure? I mean, there has to be something-" I stuttered. "I'm so sorry, Lucy. I know tho sis going to be hard. But do you really want her to suffer?" The vet said quietly. "I mean if she remained alive, her leg would cause her pain for the res of her life. She would have to be taken to expensive horse therapies and operations. and at the end of the day, she still would never race again. And all that work you have put into her…" But what about all the work I already put into her? I've stood by my horse, Easy Days, since she was a foal. I bottle-fed her when her mother passed away. i trained he...

Getting shoved into the lockers and pushed on the ground is not fun at all. After getting told five days on the seven days that you're fat, worthless and ugly, you eventually start to believe it. If everyone keeps repeating it, it must be true, right? For Missy Vega, being bullied at school and going home to an empty house at the end of the day is a daily occurrence. The jocks, the cheerleaders, and everyone at school pick on her because she's different. She wears mostly wears black because it matches her mood. She wears long sleeves even in the summer to hide the scars on her wrists and avoid drawing more attention to her, She doesn't talk. No, she's not mute; she just doesn't talk because what's the point of talking when nobody listens to you She has already tried to tell them to stop, when they first started harassing her, but they wouldn't stop no matter how much she pleaded. Who knew high school students could be so cruel, so heartless? At ...