It's not like I wanted to do this job. Cleaning up after horses is not what a girl would do on her Friday off. Especially for the whole day. It's been a long day and all I've done is tend the horses. By the end of the day, I always find myself talking to the horses. I caught a couple of glances, but they should know what the smell of horse's excretion can do to a girl. The horses laugh or chuckle every time I complain about this job. It's as if they want me to suffer. The truth was, I didn't mind horses, but something about this job makes me want to jump into a pile of hay and lose sanity.

I silently laugh at myself as I clean up the horse's den for who knows what reason. While the horse stares blankly at me with his dark eyes, I roll my eyes, "What are you staring at, Flames?" I snapped. The horse blinks and looks out at the other side. I sigh and walked over to him, "what are you staring at, boy?" The horse huffed out a breath and swung his head at the other horse, "Martin? What, does our boy Flames have a crush on him?" I teased. The black-eyed beauty nodded his head severely. I held in a laugh, "seriously?" I leaned forward on the door and crossed my arms on the top, "I mean sure he's good looking, but what do you even see in him? Plus, he's a dude, Flames," the horse continues to stare at Martin with dreamy eyes. I wonder what the horses think about, "but, I guess he's pretty good looking," I shrugged as I turned my head to look back at the other side. For a couple of minutes, we continued to stare at the horse while he finally stares back. His eyes piercing, and anything but dull. The lights electrical vibration grows numb until they could no longer be heard,

"Mitchie!" I snapped out of my trance of thoughts, "Mitchie! What are you doing?" My boss, Anne, shouted with her southern accent,

"Nothing, I'm sorry. I was just finishing up," I picked up the broom and shut the door behind me. Anne grabbed my shoulder,

"You're not done, yet bud,"

"What? It's almost six. You said I could go home after six!" I groaned,

"Don't you sass me!" Anne harshly squeezed my shoulder. I winced. I never like her, and she never like me. She only hired me because I basically the most efficient when getting the work done. Yeah, but we hated each other's guts, "Look, I want you to tidy the whole stable up,"

"For what? Is your mother coming?" I mumbled, hoping she didn't hear me. Didn't turn out to be the case,

"Ha, very funny Torres," Anne smirked, "no, smart-ass. We have a guest coming to pick out a new horse for the Kentucky Derby. I don't expect anything less than what you have going here,"

"Who's coming?" I was genuinely curious. We always had celebrity horse-racers come in here to buy a horse. It's true though, we do have the best horses here,

"Alex Russo,"

"Alex Russo? She's the youngest racer in the derby!" I knew the racer well. She was good for an eighteen year old,

"Don't get your hopes up kid. You won't get to meet her tomorrow," Anne laughed with sinister, "oh, and make sure you get rid of yourself when she comes," and with that, she slams the stable door behind her. I was fuming. Just because I didn't know how to ride a horse as well as her, doesn't mean I was less of a better person than she was. That bitch really needs to be kicked in groin. Oh did I tell you my theory. Anne's a man. That's right. She does have a penis.

It was six in the morning when I arrived at the stables. Anne woke me up at five thirty saying that she was incredibly displeased with my hard-work and demanded for me to come to the stables right away. I slammed the phone and got out of bed. She really knows how to make someone piss in their pants. I looked around at my job-well-done. Flames and Marigold seemed to be pleased, at least I think they were. I smiled at them, "you guys are up early. Couldn't sleep?" They blinked a couple of times, "okay I'm going to take that as a yes from the both of you. Do you think you guys will be 'the chosen one?'" I air-quoted. Of course all I received were a couple of blank stares, "no? Well, we'll see, right?" I patted both their noses and walked off to clean the perimeter of the stable.

The voices of Anne gradually inched closer to the barn, "crap!" I whispered. I dove for a hiding spot. Where? Martin's den,

"So we have an arrange of three-year old horses," Anne opened the door and the footsteps on the dirt path were more audible, "We have Flames, Marigold, Pantsy..." Anne continued to list the horses, "and last but not least, Martin," my heart dangled in my stomach as I heard a voice, and it was most certainly not Anne's,

"Hey, boy," I saw the hand most up from the nose to Martin's head. I could see Martin smiling from this angle. It was rare to see a horse smile, "you're a beauty, you know that?" Of all horses, she had to choose the one where I was hiding in, "can I take this one?"

"Martin? sure. One of our best. Every girl uses him for their competition. Though he's more of a horse show horse,"

"I don't care," the girl hastily said,

" Alright, fine. Come with me outside and then I'll go talk with your agent,"

"Thanks so much," the girl, who I assume is Alex Russo, opened the gate and pulled Martin out of his den and the three left, making their way to the door. When it finally slammed I ran out of Martin's den and tip-toed to the door. Until I was completely sure that they all left, I creaked the door open and stepped out of the stable,

"I was wondering when you were going to leave," a voice shook me from behind. I turned around sharply. A raven-haired girl leaned against the wall with a smirk on her face with her arms crossed, "do you usually enjoy living in a horse's den?"

"Um...um...I," I was beginning to blush significantly all over my face,

"It's a good thing Anne didn't catch you," the girl walked closer around my personal space, "if you don't mind me asking, why were you in there?"

"I...I wasn't supposed to be here," I was so nervous I could feel my bones rattle against my skin, "I have to go before...," I stared at her plump lips, "Before! Anne catches me," I turned to escape, but she grabbed me by the collar of my shirt,

"Not so fast, Dennis the Menace," she brought me closer to her, "I didn't even get your name," she seductively said,

"Why would I tell you?" I gulped,

"Why wouldn't you?" I could hear her smile against my ear,

"Will you tell Anne?" I looked at her chocolate marbles,

"Maybe. Depends, will you tell me your name?" Her voice sounded like melted chocolate. That sounds...delicious. And the chocolate slowly covering that plump strawberry. That sounds, amazing. I moaned as her lips moves closer to my neck, "what was that?" I snapped out of my thoughts,

"My name is...um...it's the...," my name, should I tell her?

"What, did a witch steal your memory?" She continued to use that addicting voice,

"My name...is...," I looked at the plump strawberry, "Sasha,"

"Sasha?" Her voice stiffened into solid chocolate, "you sure?"

"Yes, Sasha," and with that I dashed out of her grip and ran for my bike and pedaled home without looking back at the barn.