Chapter 3
Summer… día 1, one big happy party?

“Be sure to be here on time before dinner. I won’t have tu looking like… Well, that.” My mother pointed to my clothes.
“Sure whatever tu say.” I dicho with just a hint of sarcasm that was just enough for her to notice.
“You listen here young lady tu are dam straight that it’s whatever I say and I will not have tu making a spectacle of this family.” She was definitely sent over the edge on this one. I haven’t heard my mother curse since…
“Do I need repeat myself?” She narrowed her eyes toward me.
“No.” And I walked...

I hope tu like it! Thank tu Sk8bordNewMoon I was about to change the título but changed my mind. I hope tu like it and dont worry nothing other worldly o fantasía in this. ;) So heres

Chapter 2

3 Months later…
The last día of school and junior año was pure torture. Summer I could only hope being better but everything is just a blur. The only thing that sticks out now is riding my caballos and the hillside.
“Hey there buddy want to go for a ride?” I spoke in a soothing voice to my horse. Billy nickered to me softly.
“Yea… Alright let’s go for a ride.”
I tacked him up slowly taking...

I amor You! Is what the título means.

"But...Dad. I amor you!" I dicho though my sobbing.
"I’m sorry baby girl... you've got to promise to be strong for your mother...Luke....and Pricilla..." He was so weak I had never seen him like this.
"No... No I can’t promise that... tu will make it though this... PLEASE dad!" I was crying harder now.
"Amelia tu have always been strong even...when tu were a baby....." He cleared his throat. He was holding back his tears."Please do this for me."
"Fine... I promise." My voice was horse.
My mother came in and interrupted us.
“Honey I need some time to talk...

Lacey Marie Carlson...

The potro, colt was now lose. How could I have been so supid to leave the gate open? I was an 8 año old laying on the ground, bleeding. A bob cat had come after me. He had taken five long claws against my back. If it hadnt been for Luke Id be dead. He was 10 at the time. He had taken the shot gun his father had dado him and fired it into the gatos head. I layed there in agony.

I was shipped off to school in Chicogo. I learned to ride english and dressage. I could still rope cows and a horse but, it wasnt the same as in Montana. I loved it there but, daddys orders. It hurt to...