TITLE: A HORSE CALLED TROUBLE
Tara pressed her ratty sweatshirt to her nose. Where was that awful smell coming from? It was everywhere! It smelled like a subway toilet that hadn’t been flushed in months. She held her breath and turned to gaze at the giant barns.
So, this is my punishment … horse therapy?
She shook her head, letting her hair fall across her face. Her jaw twitched. Punished … for something she didn’t even do. She didn’t steal that purse. But just because Alissa was the most popular girl in middle school, everyone believed her. Like always.
Tara sighed and stared at the hole in her tennis shoe. Should she have tried harder to convince Principal. Jackman? No. Why bother? He just wanted to be rid of her. He’d threatened alternative school before, when she was bogusly accused of punching Alissa.
Is a horse going to change any of that?
Nothing was ever going to change. No one cared. No one! It’d been that way since …forever … since Grandma Joan died.
A horse trumpeted, piercing the quiet morning and a flock of sparrows took flight from their roost nearby. A shiver rushed through Tara . She stared at the barn’s open doorway, gaping like a dark mouth, waiting to expel the devil animal that shrieked inside.
“Whoa there,” a man’s voice bellowed from inside the building.
A black-haired man stumbled out, his heels digging into the hard dirt as he struggled to hold onto the red horse that danced circles around him.