Rise 'n' Shine- Prologue.

Hello my little bunnies! Hope you are going to like this story, longer A/N at the end! (I still love ya'll) :)

Beatrice POV

My hair stuck to my neck, pasted along my forehead with sweat. I was galloping free in the large paddock surrounding our family home. I had to start at a public school tomorrow, and I was going to try and stand out, as normal country clothes and boots. My mother had everything planned out, classes, locker; she even paid a guy to make sure I was alright! Yea, she's over protective. I trotted over to the stable and dismounted my horse, Isabella. Isabella was a golden chestnut Standardbred. I know, not as country like but I loved her. Every week I would compete in the California Rodeo, I was a trick rider. I un-tacked Isabella and led her into her stable. I made sure she had fresh water and hay before I set off back inside our country house. I jogged into my room and changed out of my riding gear and into jeans and a flannel shirt. It was only 8pm, so I decided to take a call with my best friend, Susan, who moved to Paris with her family. I hit the call button on my phone and listened to the ring. She wasn't picking up. I flung myself onto the small bed in my room, staring at the ceiling. I had stuck up photos of Isabella and me, Susan, and my family. I let myself fall into a daze and eventually fall asleep, dreaming of the day ahead.

-The next day—

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! I groaned inwardly and smacked my alarm clock. I woke up at 5am to give Isabelle a little run, by the time I got back; it was 6:30am. Crap, I'm late. I streamed down the hall and barged into my room, tearing through my draws until I found high-wasted denim jeans with a chunky belt, and a simple flannel top, tucking it into the shorts. I brushed out my hair and braided it down my back. I added a little make up for a touch. I laced my favourite knee-high western boots and stormed into the little kitchen and grabbed an apple and my black leather school bag, waving a goodbye to my parents. My brother, Caleb, had moved to a boarding school in Australia. I walked down the gravel driveway, being greeted by the dirty school bus. I mounded the bus and looked around for a seat. There was one spare in the middle, I skipped over to it. Some boys whistled, I just sat down and put on a happy face. Even though inside, I was regretting everything.

Uriah POV

Ugh, school. The torturing 7 hours it puts us all through. I was seated in the middle of the bus, focusing on the plain land out the window, until we stopped at one driveway. We haven't stopped here before? I thought. A girl, maybe 1 or 2 years younger than me, and she was pretty. Boys were cat calling and she sat herself down into the seat across from me, putting a cheeky smile on her face. She must had noticed me looking because she turned her head, looking me in the eye, then blushing and looking back out the window. She was obviously a country girl, knee-high boots, flannel shirt, high-wasted shorts. I didn't know much about the country but this girl was not to forget. I found this my change and called over to her.

"Hey, uh, girl. With the blond hair" she looked over at me again.

"Yes?" She defiantly had an accent, she wasn't from here.

"Are you new?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Yea..."

"Do you need some showing around at school? You already look lost."

"Um, okay. I'm Beatrice Prior." I shook her extended hand.

"Uriah. Don't worry, you'll fit in fine. No one at school is as country but you will be fine." I said reassuring her.

"Okay, thanks. It's horrible now, not being able to ride Isabella to school. I miss that..." I guess Isabella is her horse. Schools let people ride horses to school? Strange. When we arrived at California High, we filed out of the dank bus. I showed her where to get her schedule but she corrected she already had it. I led her to her locker. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Four, Beatrice had finished stuffing books and sticking photos onto her locker and turned around, clutching a note book and a pencil case.

"Hey, man!" I said, giving Four a man hug.

"Sup." He saw Beatrice, "Who's this, Uri?" He gestured to her.

"Oh, uh, this is Beatrice. She's new." Four nodded, I just hope he doesn't try with her like he does to every other girl. That was Four.

"Howdy," Four smiled and shook her hand.

"Uh, Four. Can I talk to you for a second?" I ask. He nods and follows me across the hall.

"What dude?" That's it.

"Don't try on her okay? She seems a little fragile..." I didn't want to be offensive but this was Four we were talking about, he would never get it.

"What are you on man? Are you drunk? I told you, I've changed after Angela." Angela was his ex who broke him, they were doing okay until she had to go and ruin everything.

"Okay, just, be careful." After that I turned and took Beatrice to her first class.

Oooookay okay! I got like, uh, 4 reviews telling me to HURRY UP! I know, sorry, I was half way writing this chapter when I had to go to school :(

Here is the prologue! I'm writing chapter one now so it will be posted in an hour or so (or longer... I'll make it a long chappie for you) :)

Have a nice day! Love ya'll!

~Sophie~