walked twice that far without a second thought.
I only wished I had my skateboard with me.
Outside, the weather was perfect: not a
cloud in the sky and a cool breeze blowing over
the rolling green hills.
As I approached the stable, I heard music
playing. To my surprise, I actually recognized
the song from one of my dad’s band’s
old albums.
I walked up to the stable and knocked on
the wooden doorframe as I entered. Inside, in
the stall just to my left, a boy with curly hair
the color of wet sand was brushing a horse.
Two stalls down, a girl with hair the same
color hair waved to me.
“Good afternoon, Lady Grace,” the girl
said with a big smile on her face.
“Hi,” I said awkwardly, looking around
for the source of the music. Then I spotted
a battered-looking MP3 player sitting on a
bale of hay. “This song,” I said. “How do you
know it?”
“My favorite band,” the boy said as he
picked up the MP3 player and turned it off.
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