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This is my first story and my first chapter and I'll try to upload chapter two quickly!

It starts off slow but I promise it gets better as you go on!

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CHAPTER 1

1852

I didn't want to move to the United States. I was perfectly happy and content living in Upper Canada. The Americans are very strange too and I don't like living with strange people around.

Anyways, it was the middle of July when we moved there. It was cool for July though. In fact I thought it was so 'cool' that I convinced my mother to let me wear trousers; after all, I felt and probably looked ridiculous wearing dresses. You can't move in the bloody things!

It was just me and my mother. I hadn't once seen my father, let alone been told anything about him. All my life I had been told (by my mother of course) that he had fallen in love with mother and left her after she found out that she was pregnant. My mother said she didn't know where he was now or who he is exactly, but I knew she was hiding something. She always said that she'd tell me everything when I was older, but I was seven at the time and old enough to know that she was lying to me. I didn't know why, but I was determined to find out.

The wagon came to an abrupt stop and I almost feel out of the seat beside my mother and onto the horse in front.

Mother grinned at me when I almost tumbled out. She was always smiling, laughing or just plain happy; until it came to me or someone else asking about my father.

I glared at her playfully, "Why did you stop like that?"

"I was making sure that you hadn't fallen asleep on the ride over here," she laughed.

I laughed too and then looked around, "So, this is ours now." It was more of a statement than a question.

She smiled and nodded, "Yes, Beckah. This is our home now."

I had to admit it; it was rather nice. It was really big too. There was already a house built, surrounded by acres of fields. It was one really big, open area.

Most of the field was behind the house, stretching on quite a ways. Nobody had planted the field because the owner was just a big, fat man who lived there and couldn't get anyone to farm it so he decided to sell. My mother ended up buying it for a lot less than it was actually worth. Come spring, we were going to plant wheat here.

Where we came from, Upper Canada, we grew wheat there too. Lots of people thought we were crazy. Farming without a man around, but my mother and I got along just fine without one.

Mother grew up on a farm which belonged to my grandfather. He became so successful that he started a large business which became also very successful. Due to the success, my grandfather moved them to the city. Mother hated it there. So when she was old enough to move out, she did and became a farmer. It was her big goal in life to become a rancher. To raise cattle and have horses.

Mother loved horses. She said that they were the best friends you could get because they'd listen to your problems (well, maybe not, but still) and they'd never talk back to you.

We had three horses. Their names were Chester, Willow and Phaon. Willow was a gift from my father to my mother when he had to leave. My mother bred Willow and Chester and Phaon was born. He was my horse.

Phaon's name means 'brilliant' in Greek. Or so my mother told me. Phaon was a white stallion and he was an extremely handsome horse. I rode him whenever I got the chance. Sometimes I thought I could hear him talking to me. Telling me things about being a horse. I thought I was going mad or it was just my imagination gone wild.

Phaon was the only friend I ever had. Since I was little, I haven't known very many people. I went to school for two years but no one really liked me, or really even talked to me. Come September, I was going to a new school. Maybe I'd make some friends there. Little did I know that I would make a friend a whole sooner than I thought.

"Beckah, would you go down the road and say hello to the neighbours for me?" mother asked me while taking crates out of the wagon.

"Can I take Phaon?" I asked.

My mother smiled and said, "Of course you can. Once you get there, tell them I'll be there in a little bit."

I nodded then bolted to the back of the wagon, untied Phaon and jumped up on the wagon and on to his back. Even though I was tall for my age, I couldn't climb onto horse's backs.

I nudged the horse into a trot and steered him down the road. It didn't take very long (roughly ten minutes) until a house and barn came into view.

The house was white and similar to ours; the architecture I mean. The shutters were green and matched the house quite nicely. I was so busy staring at the house that I almost ran over someone.

"Watch where you're going!" a voice yelled angrily at me. I looked down and saw a girl, about my age and height with brown-blonde hair that was in a long braid down her back and her eyes held a glare that seemed to cut right through me.

"S-sorry," I managed to stammer.

"You should be!" then her glare softened, "Who are you?"

I hesitated. I wasn't sure if I could trust her with my identity but she seemed nice (well, somewhat I guess) so I decided to tell her, "I'm Rebeckah, but most people just call me Beckah. My mother and I just moved into that house." I pointed into the general direction of my new house.

"Where's your father?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I have no idea. I've never even seen him, let alone know who he actually is," I paused, "What about you? Do you have a father?"

The girl shook her head, "It's just me and my mother as well."

"So, who are you?"

"My name's Anna," she hesitated for a second, looking at the trees on the other side of the road, "Would... would you like to come inside?"

I wasn't expecting an invitation but I answered with an eager, "Yes!"

From that moment on, I knew that Anna and I were going to be best friends forever.

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