"Cassey time to feed the horses". Said dad.
I groaned.
"Why do I have to do it". I said." It isn't my fault you decided to move here".
"You live under my house, my rules".
"Fine, but if I get mud on my New boots your paying for them". I said." My boots weren't made for these stupid conditions". I murmured under my breath.
"'K get ready and meet me out at the barn in five".
