how can an old horse store faith in a little girl?
Ol’ Hopeful
The New Farm
Kayla and her mother drove up to an old, beaten down, building. Kayla looked as if she were about to barf. The building wasn’t ‘her type’ of style. “Mother,” Kayla mumbled. “Why can’t we just go back home?”
Her mother, Mrs. Ice, looked in the mirror above and replied with a faint smile, “This is a fresh start for us, Kayla. It won’t be bad here, I promise.”
“Well, what if it is?” Kayla argued. “What if there’s icky, gross bugs?”
“Every house has bugs at some point.” Mrs. Ice pulled into the driveway and took off her seatbelt. “Grab a few boxes for me, okay?”
Kayla nodded and picked up a few boxes; one was filled with her toys she’s had for years, and the other books her mother loved a lot. As she was doing so, she started to think about her old home life— Where it wasn’t so hot and icky, of course.
The sun beat down on to Kayla’s back as she walked up the wooden steps of her porch where her new house lay. Her mother practically pushed Kayla inside. “Isn’t it amazing here?” Mrs. Ice smiled. “It’s so quiet and peaceful.”
“There’s a spider on the floor,” mumbled Kayla, stomping on the spider.
“Well, I’ll admit, it’s pretty old. However, it’s a new chance for you to make friends, considering you were suspended often at your old school.”
“How am I supposed to make friends? We have no neighbors!” exclaimed Kayla.
“As I said, school,” replied Mrs. Ice, sitting boxes down against the wall. “Now go put your things in your room. It’s upstairs to the left.”
“Fine,” mumbled Kayla, heading upstairs.
Kayla reached her room finally and sat her boxes filled with belongings in the middle of the room. Everything looked so old and bare. How could someone have lived here? It looked as if it were to fall at any moment.
“A fresh start? How?” sighed Kayla.
Maybe, Kayla thought, if I complain enough we could go home. Or maybe she could wait a few days before complaining. “Who knows,” she mumbled. “If I’m lucky, this house could fall apart right now.”
With the smell of food coming from the kitchen, Kayla walked downstairs and sat at the table to eat. They talked a bit about ‘accepting’ certain things, and before Kayla knew it, it was time for bed. Kayla walked back up to her room and changed into her favorite pajama gown, white silk covered with blue unicorns. As she fell onto the soft, comfortable bed she mumbled to herself, “Tomorrow could be better. Just wait.”
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