Sneak Peek

 Hi everyone! I thought it would be fun to share a sneak peek of the next series.

When the real chapter comes out out, it will be much longer. Anyway, I hope you 

enjoy!

-Elena 

C H A P T E R   1—C H E S T N U T   M A R E   &   T H E   T A L K

Hadassah brushed the mare’s soft coat. It was smooth with the color of chestnut. That was Hadassah’s favorite color for a horse. Hadassah wanted her own horse one day. But she knew her parents would never allow her. She knew they had enough money and space, but for some reason Hadassah felt her parents didn’t want her to be happy. A beautiful chestnut mare was just what she wanted more than anything else in her life. Not to breed for financial reasons, or bring it to carnivals and fairs to win ribbons—but just to have as a friend. A friend to talk to when no one else is around. A friend to go to, when her parents seem like she’s in their way. 

Hadassah picked up an empty bucket that sat on the ground and filled it up with water from the well. She attached the bucket to the rope that was wrapped around the arch of the well and lured it up After the water seeped into the bucket, she pulled up the rope and detached it from the bucket. She picked it up and headed back to the little stable. She poured the cool water into the trough. The mare neighed happily and dipped its nose into the medal tub. Hadassah sighed. “I wish you were mine.” She whispered under her breath. She knew she could never get the mare, even if she was allowed. The mare wasn’t for sale. She was owned by a man named Harris Heartwell. He owned a tackle shop near Hadassah’s house and after saving up for years and years, he bought a stable and a horse. That horse was Hadassah’s best friend. One day, Harris wanted to get many horses and open up his own ranch. He wanted it so bad, he lived in a tiny house with a few acres of farm. He could’ve bought a fancy house with a hundred acres, but instead he chose to live simply and buy a small place to live. When Hadassah was older, she wanted to do the same.

Hadassah blinked back to real life. Her father was calling her. 

“Hadassah! Come inside! We’ve got to talk to you!” 

Hadassah sighed. “I’m sorry, girl. I’ve gotta go.” Her arms left the mare’s warm head and Hadassah walked back to the house. The reason her and her family were at Harris’ home, was because he was off on a road trip with his wife and two kids. The Rudders were looking after his farm and caring for his horse. 

Often Hadassah thought about Harris and his family. She wished so dearly that she could be part of those trips they took. The laughter they shared, the joy that filled their home. Hadassah was lonely with no siblings and no friends, but the chestnut mare. Her parents were always on business meetings and having important phone calls. Hadassah was always left out. Whenever she went someplace social or in public, (which took place very rarely) she was always just there. But she was never actually a part of anything. But Hadassah accepted it and chose to be friends with the characters in the books she read and the animals she knew and loved.