I live with my abusive auntie and uncle, who hate me.

One day, my aunt bought a horse, and because it was muddy-brown, she named it Dirty. She’s strange like that. Anyway, I love riding horses, but I was forbidden to ride them. Whenever I was in the field, they’d come out every few minutes to check I wasn’t riding the horse. One time, before they came out, I sat in a barrel as a result of boredom. It rolled, and didn’t stop rolling. My auntie and uncle came out to see the commotion. 


They see me rollin. They hating. Trying to catch me ridin Dirty.

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