Captured By The Beasts

Chapter |One|Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy

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K. L. Lord.

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"Miss Isobelle Harding," our principal, Mr. Saunders, called me to the stage.

Shaking with adrenaline and sweating like a bitch in heat, I ascended the metal steps with the sound of applause ringing in my ears. All my focus went into not tripping in my graduation gown and looking like a complete dickhead in front of all these people. The pressure of having a hundred pairs of eyes following me across the stage scorched my face with embarrassment. I wasn't exactly an outgoing person and despised being the center of attention. Perspiration formed across my upper lip like a sweaty mustache.

Gross. Why did this gown have to be made from black polyester?

In temperatures of eighty-six degrees, the heavy material was suffocating. By the time I had walked across the stage, I was a flustered mess. As subtle as I could manage, I wiped my damp palms against my gown before accepting the diploma. The Principal grasped my clammy hand in his as we exchanged an awkward handshake. I couldn't get away quick enough, scampering off down the opposite steps to where my best friend, Joanne Prichard, was waiting for me.

A beaming smile spread wide across her face. "We did it!" she squealed, jubilantly, bouncing on her heels.

"I know," I gushed, relieved that it was finally over. "Thank fuck for that," I expressed, reminiscent of all the caffeine-infused nights that we had endured over the last few months.

"I can't believe that you're going away tomorrow. I'm gutted that I can't come with," she replied, pouting her lips to display her envy.