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``DANIEL RICHARDTHOMAS

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AND THAT'S JUST THE PRICE I PAY
when i don't even know her name
SHE'S SLIPPING AWAY

A figure groaned and rolled over in its unfamiliar surroundings. This was not where Daniel Richard Thomas was used to waking up. The bare white walls of his new studio apartment were glaring into his sleep ridden brown eyes. Yawning, the teenager half rolled and half fell out of bed, landing unceremoniously on his feet. Staggering forward his out stretched arms caught his frame on nearest wall before he could topple over. Shaking his head he yawned again and gained his bearings. He was standing on a dusty floor that looked like it might once have been a nice looking wood, now however it was much to scuffed up to appear in any home decorates magazine. But frankly, the seventeen year old didn’t really care about the state of his new apartment. Because it was just that, his apartment. The paperwork that he had started the second that he had gotten his diploma had just gone through. He was officially legally emancipated. He had looked into moving to Georgia as soon as he had submitted the papers. He had already located the cheapest apartment he could find that was located near the barn that he wished to board his horse at. So, when his paper work had gone through three weeks ago, he had already talked to the landlord. The paperwork finalized, he had moved in the day before.

And what a day it had been. He had set out from his old family home at two in the morning. An old used trailer that he had purchased attached to the back of his red ford. It wasn’t the most glorious of set ups imaginable. But if it allowed him to get Dose from point A to point B than that was all that he really cared about. Sixteen hours on the road. That’s how long he had sat in his car. It would normally have been an eleven hour five, nine and a half with his driving. But the trailer behind him forced him into a much slower pace. He stopped only a couple of times to take the thoroughbred out of the trailer so that he didn’t hurt himself. He had brought a couple of apples and a sandwich with him. The apples were supposed to be for him, but he had ended up giving them to his horse instead. Figured. So some wheat bread, lettuce, tomato, cheese, and a bottle of water had been all he had to carry him through the day. If it was possible to die of boredom than he would have. There is nothing intellectually stimulating about sitting in a car inching along the highway.

An excruciatingly boring car ride was what had taken him away from his childhood home. Not exactly going out with a bang, but that was besides the point, because Daniel didn’t care how he left, he just wanted to leave. And he was out of there. Out of the poster ridden walls of his old bedroom. The full sized bed perpetually unmade. Something’s were destined to be the same. But it would be his. No one to tell him to pick up his damn socks. They were his scraps of cotton to leave wherever the fuck he wanted. How the idea pleased him. No more shouting matches from up and down the stairs. No more condescending speeches. There would be no one to give them to him, because he would be on his own. In his own house. His father had told him that he would regret it, that he couldn’t possibly look after himself, that he would come crawling back in desperate need. The court has said otherwise, said that he could take care of himself. That he could be on his own. And he was now legally his own responsibility.

He was confident that he could take care of himself. He had been saving up his money since he was six. He wasn’t one of those teenagers that went and spent all their money on random things. It hard started with birthday presents, Christmas presents. Instead of asking for toys he’d asked more money. He’d placed the bills in his horse shaped piggy bank. Once he started getting allowance that went in there as well, spending only what he had absolutely needed too. He’d gotten a summer job the year he’d turned fourteen. He couldn’t work that many hours because of child labor laws, but he worked as much as he could, knowing that one day he would need the money he was making. He had started babysitting during the week the year before. At sixteen he had started working after school every day, often not coming home until nine, at which point he would have to sit down and do is homework. But if that’s what it took, he did it.

He’d started spending more money at that point. His father had given him a three year old thoroughbred stallion. Crazy little thing. Only decent thing his father had ever done for him in his eyes. Still, he managed to put some money in the bank while still looking after the want-to-be-racer. And now all that hard work was what had allowed him to move out on his own. He had secure a job at a barn in Georgia. He’d be cleaning, watering, grooming, training, exercising, and really doing whatever needed doing. Sounded like a perfect job to him. He planned on going to college at some point. He was taking a gap year for the moment. He had gotten into a couple of colleges in the area on scholarship. He might end of taking night classes down the road. He didn’t want to be a stable hand all his life. But for a job just out of high school it seemed like he had pretty much hit the jackpot.

It had been almost six when he had finally pulled into the barn that he would be practically living at for the foreseeable future. It was getting dark, but his first impression was that this Hope woman clearly cared about her barn and the horses that lived there. This definitely started her off in his good book. As he finally pulled his car to a stop after what had to be the longest day of his life, he saw her walking towards his red vehicle. She was younger thatn he had expected. Stepping out of the car he had offered his hand and introduced. They quickly exchanged the necessary pleasantries before getting down to business. She had helped him to unload the frantic thoroughbred from his trailer and to rid him of his cumbersome shipping boots. The pair lead him out to an empty pasture. As soon as the nylon rope was free from his halter the 16.3 hand horse had taken off running.

After wistfully watching his pride and joy for a minute he followed Hope back into the barn, taking in the location of everything as she pointed out. Noting horses, their location, and things of the like. With the promise of a fuller tour when he officially started work she lead him to the feed room. Gathering up some hay and a bucket of grain Daniel walked back out to his horse. Climbing over the fence he spread some hay out for his horse to eat, knowing he must be starving after the day in the trailer. Dose continued to run around until he heard the noise of grain being shaken in a bucket. He immediately took off at a gallop running straight towards his rider letting out a tremendous buck. He slowed to a stop several yards away, walking over to Daniel he stuck his nose in the bucket and practically inhaled the contents. A long fingered hand rubbed the horse’s neck, and as the stallion withdrew from the plastic bin and trotted away the teenager climbed back over the fence and headed back to the barn.

Hope had already gone home, so Daniel took the time to explore the barn freely. He stopped to scratch the noses of all the horses, and did his best to commit their names to memory. He knew that it would take some time, but he was here to ensure that they get the best care possible, and that was what he was determined to do. The horses were all in for the night, apart from Dose, who was only out to let him get rid of the steam that would have mounted up after spending the entire day in a trailer. He would be in charge of bringing the horses in and out of the fields. He found most of the horses to be very sweet, he was particularly enthralled with a black warmblood that was a couple stalls down from Dose’s empty stall. He was gorgeous, and Daniel could tell that me must be an excellent mover just from looking at his build. Removing a peppermint from his pocket he fed it to the stallion. There went his last mint, he would need to go pick up some more at the store before he returned to the barn next, or Dose would not be happy with him.

Daniel removed himself from the barn. It was getting late, and he had yet to see his new apartment. He had received the key in the mail a few days previous. With one last look around he returned to his car. Driving around the parking lot he pulled out and headed towards the address given to him. It took him just over half an hour to arrive at his new home, but he figured that once he got the trailer unhitched from the back of his truck it would probably take just under twenty. Grabbing a suitcase out of the back of his vehicle he walked up the stairs to his second floor apartment. Removing the key from the envelope he had received it in he let himself in. It wasn’t the plaza hotel, but it was all that he really needed, therefore Daniel decided that it wasn’t bad. He didn’t need and fancy things. It had electricity and running water. What more could he really ask for? It took him several more trips to get all of his stuff upstairs.

Once the last of his things were upstairs he changed into a pair of sweat pants and crashed on his bed. He was asleep before he hit the bare mattress. He would make the damn bed the next day. He was fricken tired. Apparently the ridiculously busy day had completely killed his insomnia. He slept for nine hours, longer than he had slept in years. If only he could sleep like that every night. He usually managed at best five hours, if he was luck. But god, if he didn’t feel rested. Reaching into the same bag he had opened last night he pulled out a pair of black jeans and his ACDC shirt. Grabbing some socks he slipped them over his currently bare feet before slipping into his paddock boots. It was far from a struggle to zip the well worn boots up around his feet. Grabbing his Nirvana sweatshirt he headed out the door. He had things to do.

Technically he had three days until he started work, but he was still going to be spending those three days at the location of his new job. To think thathe would spend three days away from his prized thoroughbred and best friend would be insane. God he loved that animal. He had me the stallion when he was two. He was such a cutie, with legs that were just too long for his body. By now he had grown into them. God, he was gorgeous, the example of what a horse should look like, if not what they should behave like. That thoroughbred was crazy. He had thrown off his rider more times than he could count. But he wasn’t malicious, just spirited. Very, very spirited. And people thought it was a bad thing, Daniel certainly disagreed. Sure, his body would probably protest that, but he loved the fact that his horse had personality. Made him more endearing it did.

Walking down the flight of stairs Daniel returned to the scene of the crime, or rather, his car. After the day before he never really wanted to drive again, at least not for a while. But he had places to be, and unless he wanted to walk, this was the only way. And he did not feel like walking. The car and trailer pulled out of the lot and started back towards its last known location. On the road the male spotted a gas station and pulled over, after filling up his tank he ran inside quickly, returning later with two apples, a box of granola bars, several packages of mints, and a bottle of water. By the time he made it to the barn he had eaten a granola bar and was finishing up an apple. Pulling his car to a stop he got out, chucking the core of his apple into the paddock with his horse who quickly gobbled it up.

”Why am I not surprised to see you here?” was what he was greeted with. It was his new boss. But honestly why would she be. The only person he gave a crap about was here, only he wasn’t exactly a person. He had to be here, make sure his stallion settled in alright. As a horse person, she had to understand that. And the smile she gave him told him that she did. He was going to like Hope, he was pretty sure. As far as bosses went, he was pretty sure she was going to be the best he’d ever had.

”Where else would I be?” he counted with one of his trademarked smirks. They had exchanged a little bit of banter, that was much more forced on his end than hers, after all, we all know that Daniel is far from a social butterfly. After a couple of minutes of conversation he asked her if she would help him unhitch his trailer. Thankfully she agreed, without he had no way of getting it off. It took them several attempts, but eventually they got it free, at which point Hope had to run to look after some of the horses. Walking into the barn Daniel headed towards the trunk that he had had sent up, the one thing that he had shipped. Grabbing the lead rope he had deposited there the day before he went back out to the field to fetch his horse. It took a little bit of coaxing but finally he got the stallion to come to him. Slipping the chain through his halter, he lead him back to the barn with more than a little bit of trouble. His horse was such a fricken spazz. He wanted to go here, no wait there, no wait, run around in circles time. Finally with a good hard tug he managed to get his attention and get him clipped up to the cross ties.

This place was so different than the barn that he was used to riding at. The place he was used to was much more cold and clinical. Not a piece of hay out of place. Everything washed after every use, even when it didn’t get dirty. There wasn’t even dust on the ground. It lacked character. It was such a cold environment. He didn’t much like it. Barns shouldn’t be spotless. They should be clean, most certainly. But animals lived there, the focus shouldn’t be on making sure that everything looks perfect, but rather that it’s comfortable. It’s okay for there to be little flecks of hay in the aisle. It’s okay if the paint isn’t a hundred percent pristine. For the wood to be slightly chipped. There’s a difference between a barn being nice and clean, and for the barn to be a fricken museum. There was no need for people to be nervous every time the put something down, god forbid they put it in the right place. Ridiculous, was it not?

His thoroughbred pranced around on the cross ties. From side to side as much slack as he had. He lifted a hoof and was about to begin to paw when he received a sharp ”Hey.” from his rider. That didn’t stop him. With a sigh Daniel ignored it for now. He would deal with that later. Stepping over to his horse he ran his hands over all of his legs, checking for any heat. Incase the stallion injured himself in the trailer or out in the fields. He would have checked the day before, but there was no way that he would have stayed still for even a fraction of a second. Daniel let out a sigh of relief when he found nothing in any of his four legs. Removing his sheet he checked the stallion over for any cuts or scrapes, also clean. Reaching into his pocket he removed the newly purchased peppermints and fed one to the stallion.

Returning to his tack box her removed his mix-matched grooming kit and returned to the seal bay stallion. He spent ages currying his dark coat, before following it up with a hard brush. By the time he went over it with a soft brush his coat was spotless. The towel he ran over it at the end had almost no effect, because there was nothing left for it to do. Removing a comb from the kit he began having a go at the four-year-olds mane. It hadn’t managed to tangle itself up too much since he had combed through it before the left. His tail was a bit harder. It had gotten pretty tangled. A quick trip back to his trunk for some detangler and soon he could run his fingers through it easily. Now all that was left was to do his hooves. Reaching into his tack box for his hoof pick he came up empty handed. fuck he must have forgotten to pack it. Not what was he supposed to do? He figured he’d go see if there was anyone around that he could borrow one from.

Walking down the aisle he spotted someone. She was in the stall of the warmblood he had fed a peppermint the day before. Beautiful animal. He saw now that his stall door had the name Afterglow printed on it. He smiled. Inside the stall was a girl who looked to be about his age, but he didn’t pay much attention, he was much more interested in her horse. What else was new, Daniel was not a people person.

”Can I, uh, borrow a hoof pick?”

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C A U G H T U P I N T H E S P O T L I G H T
SHAKING FROM THE STAGE FRIGHT, HOW DID I END UP HERE?

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Turquoise walls. The color of chlorine-filled hotel pools. Maybe a bit lighter. If you mixed the colors of a blue sky and a hotel pool on a paint palette, it would be the final color. Maybe add a dab of white, just to soften it a bit. Perfect.

The thought of painting made Estee Rose Garner homesick. But it wasn’t like she had a home to be sick for. Or of, for that matter. This place was nice, just not exactly what she was used to. It was clean. And friendly, too. Just, not home.

The turquoise walls were starting to make the teenager feel queasy. She felt as though she were developing a stomach ache, whether she actually was or it was just her mind telling her she was. Maybe it was because she hadn’t eaten anything in the past twenty-four hours. It wasn’t that she had a disorder - she just hadn’t been hungry - and she really still wasn’t. Her figure made her look like there was something wrong with her, though. It was naturally small and slim. Her skin was fairly pale, but blemish free. Her ebony hair contrasted nicely with it, falling loosely in cascades down past her chest, reasonably straight, but it gained loose curls toward the end. She hated going to beauty parlors, so started giving herself occasional trims, letting it grow out from its shoulder length in middle school. She looked a lot different now than when she was younger. This room she was currently staying in was a lot different from the one she was in when she was younger too. They were different rooms completely, though, not even in the same house or in the same town. Estee was at least the same person. Her contrasts in personalities however, could have lead people to think they were two different people entirely.

The walls of this room were empty. There were no oversized posters of boys in bands able to stare at her while she slept. No photos of her beautiful Dutch Warmblood gelding, Afterglow to admire. No CD liner notes taped at odd angles across the wall to follow along with the song that was on constant repeat in iTunes. No tour posters or magazine cutouts that were taped up to be craved and drooled over. No random sketches and doodles that were tacked up for further inspiration. No bumper stickers stuck in a column collected from different places, expressing her feelings. They were empty. Just empty. Nothing like the teenager’s old room. The actual wall color could be seen in this new room, unlike her former space. And unfortunately for her, she was unable to bring any of that with her, so she was going to have to deal with the empty walls. For the time being, anyways.

Estee had packed light for her travel. She packed clothing which at least held a few different colors. If it were her in middle school, the only color in the suitcase would have been black. The teenager’s wardrobe expanded a bit her sophomore year of high school. Some real colors actually arrived. It was a lot of blues, greens, and purples. Especially teal. Estee loved teal. That was her favorite color. Probably because that was the color that she decked out her equine in, but it was still a beautiful color. She also wore lots of band tees, hoodies, and skinny jeans. The teenager had found two bathing suits she never wore, but brought them with her anyway, riding clothes, sneakers and boots. It sounded like a lot, but it couldn’t have been that much because it all fit into one duffle bag. She only carried three bags with her, not including her horse equipment. It really didn’t sound too bad, but she was moving away forever. Not just taking a small trip to a hotel for a night. In her laptop bag, the teenager brought her black Macbook, iPod Nano, Canon digital camera, and iPhone with her. The third bag was quite small, but carried Glow’s registration papers, vet papers, several photos of the gelding over the years, a photo of the teenager’s father, and the dreadful letter she received from her mother.

It crushed Estee to leave everything else behind. Tons of old family photos, home videos from her childhood, books and books upon books of everything imaginable, her actual hard copies of music in CDs, stuffed animals, and worst of all, her artwork and supplies. The teenager had no room for it and therefore had to leave it behind. She was able to stuff one of her sketchbooks into her bag with the papers in it and also stuffed some graphite and colored pencils into her computer bag. She’d have to buy new paints, brushes, canvas, and several sketchbooks for her new home. It was all expensive, but she’s already saved up a bit of money from her piggy bank, which she put in a black Fall Out Boy wallet to take with her.

The female groaned, falling back from her sitting position the edge of her bed. She landed on her back on the plush, white, down comforter. It reminded her of falling into a cloud. But clouds were only made of water vapor, and therefore it was actually impossible.

She figured she could go visit Glow to pass some time, even though she’d already been down to see him three other times today. That still didn’t stop the crave to see the warmblood. The gelding had been outside for an hour this morning, an hour around lunch, and would go out again for another hour later tonight. For the in between times the gelding either had been in his stall or in the round pen which was just dirt. Glow needed to be weaned onto grass because where he came from was fairly bare and Estee, nor Hope, wanted the gelding to colic or founder from the grass amounts.

The teenager stood up on her carpet, which was white - a very stupid color for a carpet - and strode across the room to her window, gazing out at the vast space in front of her. The stable was giant. Absolutely mammoth. There were little windows and doors all lined up along the sides, large sliding doors on the end. There was a giant building connected to the stable, the indoor Estee assumed. Hope hadn’t actually given her a full tour yet, but told her to feel free to look around when she was ready and ask if she had any questions. The pastures were large and green and there were only several horses in each pasture, not giant herds. Estee liked that idea. It meant less fighting, but still company. She wished life was like that. It seemed like Hope made sure the horses liked each other, too. She seemed to really care about each of the animals. Estee figured eventually, she’d maybe grow to like it here. It wasn’t that she disliked it here, it just wasn’t at all what she was used to.

Everything was so clean. The house, the stable. The house was as clean as the stable. Most people would imagine the house looking like a pit - similar to most barns, but everything was so nice here. It was horsie paradise. There was not a spec of anything anywhere. It was spotless.

Her chocolatey-brown eyes scanned each of the arenas. The jumping arenas, grass dressage arena, and two other flat arenas were all empty. The other dressage ring had one dappled grey equine in it schooling, it looked like. It was a beautiful horse, but the teenager thought all horses were beautiful. Estee wasn’t sure about the indoor arena, because obviously it was covered, but there were not many cars in the parking lot. There was one trailer parked outside of the stable, hooked up, unlike the unhitched ones all in a row on the opposite side of the barn. There were several other cars, but two of them had been there all day.

The female decided to take a chance and head down to the barn, hopefully find an empty arena, and school her gelding on the flat, just to work him. He was steady enough he didn’t need a week of settlement time like some of the younger horses. She just planned on popping onto the Dutch Warmblood, letting him move out and she’d put him back quickly.

Estee stood up from crouching on her window bench and stole a pair of beige breeches from her duffle bag, unzipped on the side of the queen sized bed. She slipped out of her black skinnies quickly, sliding on her breeches and digging through the bag to find her leather belt.

She skipped the first belt loop, continuing the rest and buckled her belt to the left slightly, like all the famous hunter jumper riders did. Estee was certainly not as good as they were by any means, but she wasn’t bad. Only because Glow had taught her almost everything. And he wasn’t an overly hard horse to ride. She was schooling at about 2’6 comfortably and the gelding loved every minute of being worked - besides having anything to do with dressage.

Estee slipped a pair of lycra stocking, plaid patterned, over her breeches about to her knees and reached for her Ariat leather boots, sliding her left foot into her left boot and zipping up the back, following suit with her right before standing up and sighing. She already had on her teal polo and took her My Chemical Romance black cotton hoodie off of the bed where she was sitting, making her way out the door.

She made her way through the hall, down the stairs and through the various rooms. Various clean rooms. They were spotless, just like everything else. Estee understood that Hope was in the barn a lot, but she could at least make it looks like there was someone living in the house.

Out the front door, speedily, she slowed to a normal walking pace and made her way up the road toward the barn as she slipped her sweatshirt over her arms. It wasn’t very chilly out, but she wouldn’t overheat. She simply didn’t feel like carrying it around with her and wearing it was the easiest thing to do.

She stepped into the barn, heels of her well-loved boots clicking on the cement aisle as she made her way to her equine’s stall. Each of the stalls she passed were bedded deeply, spotlessly clean and filled with fresh sawdust before each of the horses came in for dinner. Most of the stalls had hay in corner feeders, some more than others and some did not have corner racks and there were just flakes in a neat pile in the corner. Each of the buckets had cool fresh water in them, clean and free of shavings or dust. The whole setup was lovely. And so was the handsome black gelding Estee finally came across.

Glow was in his stall, happily munching on a massive pile of hay consisting of at least five flakes. Probably more than any horse would ever actually need. Not that he’d get sick - it was just that Estee didn’t mind if he stayed in his stall for an hour or so with nothing to do. No problem, though.

Before entering the stall, she thought it would be a good idea to grab her brushes and tack. There were grooming stalls available, but to avoid people, Estee would rather keep her equine and herself hidden in comfortable stall surrounded by three and a half walls and rebar the rest of the way, excluding the solid door and barred window to the outside.

She made her way to the tack room, sneaking in and grabbing her brushes quickly and heading back to her horse’s stall, figuring she’d get her tack when she was ready. The tack room was giant. Tons and tons of saddle racks. Each boarder got a saddle rack, bridle hook, and a fairly good sized locker. Everything was put away all nice and neat, exactly in its own place. Each horse had it’s own small name plate to go on the wall between its saddle and bridle rack - even the boarders. Estee was very excited for a beautiful hunter and gold plate with “Afterglow” scrawled in it.

She opened the bolt of Glow’s stall and slid the door back, slipping through and closing it behind her. The warmblood’s large head turned to his owner and stared at her, blinking, chewing an overflowing mouthful before turning back, deciding the hay was more interesting at the moment. Estee placed her grooming kit on the sawdust, flipping open the cover of the black tote.

There was lots of teal in the caddy. The female pulled out a black curry and began working on her gelding’s pelt, which wasn’t too dirty, only because he had just been brushed earlier in the day after his morning turnout. He’d only collected a bit of dust from the time he had a second turnout and standing in his stall.

It was fairly quick to clean him up, getting most of the dirt off with her teal stiff brush, flicking the dust off of his muscled body. When she picked up her soft brush and began stoking the gelding, it was simply to add more of a shine to his coat - and it did just that. When clean, his black always reflected even the smallest highlights and because his coat was short, it was healthy and easy to keep clean. He was lovely.

She continued brushing his thick legs downward with the teal-bristled soft brush when a deeper male voice spoke to her and startled Estee a bit. She turned around and thought for a moment she was dreaming when she saw a dark haired boy, close to her age standing outside of the rebar. He’d asked her for a hoof pick, which took her a moment to actually process after she was done blinking at him. Only seconds after he asked - much longer in the female’s mind, she nodded and bent down to fish the hoof pick out of her box. She pulled out the teal plastic instrument, silver pick on one side, stiff black bristles on the other. She stayed silent as she handed it to him.

She turned back to Glow, cheeks burning after the boy left and clung onto his mane, practically screaming, but kept her voice very low, not letting the boy hear her at all. “Did you see him?!” The gelding’s ears twisted in annoyance as the female leapt up and down beside him, disturbing his snack time. “He was so beautiful.” He faintly reminded her of one of the boys in her bands and she fanned her burning cheeks, positively bright red. He definitely could be in a band. He just had that look. She had to meet him.

The female was too shy to ever actually talk to a boy like that, actually. But she always dreamt and pretended her sweetheart was going to be like that. She was going to find someone like that. And they were going to date and grow up together and get married and have a child and spend the rest of their lives together happy, she knew that’s exactly how it was going to work. Maybe not with this boy in particular, but with her sweetheart who would come someday - if he ever did find her, that was...

She finished brushing the gelding quickly, ready to tack up and ride, hoping she’d see the boy again someday, not even remembering she’d need her hoof pick back.

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