Authors Note

Yes I know, I know! You're probably saying: Gee, Steph Malfoy, another story? You barely update as it is! But I, Steph Malfoy, am here to tell you that I am working very hard on my stories and am trying to get at least one chapter up per week.

That being said, you're still probably wondering why on EARTH I would want to add ANOTHER story to my already very, very full updating plate. To that I just say… well, I can't be faulted for being inspired! And besides, I've had a few chapters of this story written forever, so why not post it?

So here is my new story. It will be AWESOME, I CAN promise you that. I know the prologue is ridiculously short but it is just the prologue. If it gets a positive response I'll update again very soon… since I already have the chapter prepared (shocker, I know).

Enjoy and please review!

Steph

Summary: Amy Fleming is seventeen and living the glamorous life of the daughter of two world class equestrians. Since before she can remember, her whole life has been about what her parents want. The only thing she knows is Rising Pines Farms. Ty Baldwin is a twenty-year-old without a high school diploma. All he has is his job at Heartland, the rehabilitation center for horses. When Amy meets Ty, he is nothing like the guys she knows. He is everything her parents would hate. But maybe he's exactly what sheneeds.

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Make Believe

Prologue

My life has always been planned for me. Laid out perfectly. Each choice planned for me, immaculate and with zero room for error. Just like the next expensive riding outfit spread out on my bed—black breeches, sky blue pinstriped buttoned shirt and black high socks. No wrinkles. No stains. Nothing out of its place. Zero error.

It made me sick. But aside from putting on my next preselected riding outfit, there was nothing I could do about it.

Every day I would come home to that big, hollow house and there was always something there to remind me that this wasn't my life I was living. It was my mother's life; the life she'd chosen for me. Everything I did was because she'd given her approval. The fancy school I went to, the food I ate, the clothes I wore, the people that called me 'friend'… they were all hand selected by her.

But if I thought about it, that wasn't really the sick part of it all. The sick part was that I didn't know who I'd be if she let me go. I didn't even know who I wanted to be. Sometimes I liked to turn on my music and imagine who I would be. But that girl changed all the time. She was only fleeting. She always came back to be me at the end.

All I wanted was a chance to be someone else.

But… who?

Even if I could be anyone… I didn't know who I would want to be. And as bad as I wanted it, I didn't know how to be her.

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a/n: so? Reviews make me a happy authoress… hint-hint. I'll post the next chapter soon! -Steph