A/N: Well, here goes nothing. I'm starting a new fanfic! I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with this, or if I'll even keep it around, but it's worth a try. Please read and Review!
I had done it. I really went through with it.
I, Lillian Tess, really ran away.
I let out a laugh. This would finally show my parents I wasn't the perfect daughter they thought I was. They couldn't force me to do things I hated like track or cheerleading anymore. They couldn't use me to make themselves look better. They couldn't keep me away from anything or anyone. I can be my own person now.
I snapped Rollo's reins, wanting to go faster. I didn't know where I was going, but anything was better then where I was. I was hardly paying attention to my surroundings, which is something that always seems to ruin everything.
Suddenly, Rollo neighed and veered off the trail. I lost grip of the reins and flew off the horse, screaming. I landed, hard, and began to tumble downwards. I tried to stop myself, but it was impossible. Then, I smacked into something, which turned out to be the ground. My vision blurred together and I lost consciousness.
I woke up to something nudging me. I forced my eyes open and found it to be my horse. I blinked a few times, trying to gather myself. Rollo neighed softly, as if he were apologizing. I slowly sat up, holding my pounding head. I inspected Rollo for any serious injuries and found none. Just a few scratches.
Now I looked at myself. Nothing seemed to be broken. A few scrapes and one or two serious cuts that would need stitches. I sighed, and reached up to grab Rollo's reins. Just as I was about to grasp them, Rollo reared up and whined. He backed up, breathing harshly threw his nose.
Confused, I turned to see what had spooked him, again. Behind me stood an older man, who looked to be in his late forties or early fifties. He wore a green hat, which seemed to be covering a mostly bald head, and had a large, light colored mustache. He carried a staff with a horseshoe that had wings sprouting from either side. He approached slowly.
"Hello, dear." He greeted, not taking his eyes off Rollo, who was being a little overprotective. "Are you alright?"
I struggled to my feet and limped over to Rollo, trying to calm him down. "I'm okay. We just fell from the trail." I looked behind us to see how far we'd fallen. I was shocked to see it was at least forty feet. Thankfully, it was a slope.
"You suffered quite a fall there. I'm surprised your horse is alive." He commented.
"He's a tough one." I assured, patting Rollo's side. This seemed to calm him down a little.
"You look a little young to be on your own." He observed.
I bit my lip. "Do I? I get that a lot."
He eyed me for a moment. "Well, where are you headed?"
"Well…" I paused, sighing. "I don't really know. I was just hoping to…go somewhere. Start a new life."
His face brightened. "Really? Wonderful! You're in luck!"
Confused, I asked, "What?"
"You'd fit right in at Bluebell! It's just down this mountain. We have an open farm if you're interested."
"Really?" I exclaimed. "That sounds amazing."
He nodded. "Do you like animals? That's what my town is centered around."
I patted Rollo. "I love them."
"Wonderful! I'm Rutger, the Mayor of Bluebell."
"I'm Lillian." I stepped up to shake his waiting hand. "Thank you so much."
"No, thank you. I have a good feeling about you! You could help us go far."
I blushed, embarrassed. "I'll try my best. But…can I really just take the farm? I don't have much money…"
He waved his hand. "Don't worry about that right now. You working on the farm is enough. We've been waiting for someone to take over it for years."
I smiled. "Alright."
"Well, come on. I'll show you to you're new home."
I followed him, pulling Rollo behind me. My stomach did some flips as I thought about being on a farm. It just felt right. I couldn't believe I was finally starting my own life. And this time, I wouldn't have anyone controlling me.
I was beyond excited.