Midnight: Yay! My computer is finally working.
Exceptional: Finally! Now you can finish the damn fanfic,
Midnight: (glares) Just be glad we're blood, 'cause then you'd be dead on the floor.
Exceptional: Please, it'll be the other way.
Midnight: (rolls eyes) Anyways, on with the new chapter for 'Mustang Riding During Midnight'.
Exceptional: (looks angrily) Hold up! How come you didn't tell me about your new story?
Midnight: (innocently) You never asked.
Chapter Two: Rebel
Throwing herself on the bed, Sam closed her dark amethysts and angrily screamed into her pillow, then threw the pillow towards the wall. Making the puppy jump up and yelp. Sam picked him up and gently scratched behind his left ear.
A knock came from the door, as it echoed through the large room.
,"Go away! I can't stand you!" Sam yelled at the door, as she sat on her bed upright, with another pillow resting on her stomach. The puppy jumped down from the bed and went into its miniature doghouse.
The door flew opened, and Sam was ready to aim and fire her pillow into her mother's face, but…instead of a redheaded woman it was a middle-aged, white-haired woman on a motor scooter.
,"Now is that anyway to greet your grandmother that way, Sammy?" the woman turned her pursed lips into a sweet smile, then laughed.
,"Grandma!" Sam's anger and frustration had suddenly disappeared as she embraced her grandmother, "I thought you weren't going to come until next week."
,"I was, but I just can't stand to see my granddaughter suffer seven days just to see me." She laughed again, and kissed Sam on the forehead, "Now, where's your mother? I let myself in, I hope you don't mind?"
,"Not at all Ida." The voice came from the spiral stairs, "It's always good for someone in the family to visit." Sam's mother came up, and wore a fake smile like she actually enjoyed having ex-husband's family in her household; treating them worst than animals in an abusive circus.
,"Hello, Pamela. How are you?"
,"Just fine, actually, great! It's great to see you again, Ida…Dinner's ready!" Ida nodded, and Sam's mother hesitated to go down the stairs twice, but managed to go down anyways.
,"How's Dad?" Sam asked as she playfully twisted her fork against her salad, "And the horses?"
,"Your Dad is doing well, and so are the horses." Ida said, as she barely ate anything on her plate, "A few of them are expected to have foals in two weeks or so."
,"That's wonderful! So that means you're the great-grandmother of-" Sam ate the salad that was left on her fork.
,"-Of thirteen. Foals are bursting everywhere like beautiful roses in the winter." She smiled at Sam, "But those roses aren't as beautiful as my Sammy." She placed her hand on Sam's cheek, and sighed.
,"Ida, when are you going back to Montana?" Sam's mother quickly changing the subject.
,"Never. I live in Wyoming." Ida looked at Pamela, sternly, "I, unfortunately, have to go tomorrow."
,"What! Tomorrow?! But I thought-"
,"I thought so, too, Sammy. But right now the ranch is in trouble. I can only stay for today, sweetie." Sam looked distraught and sadly looked into her bubbling cup of soda. Ida never wanted to upset or disappoint her granddaughter, and quickly thought up an idea.
,"But why don't you come visit the ranch, Sammy?"
,"But why don't you come visit the ranch, Sammy?"
Sam looked at her grandmother, and smiled just as big as her grandmother, "Really?"
,"NO!!" Pamela's voice exploded, "You will not go to that shit of a ranch, your father calls ' the love of his career'. It's worthless as those filthy animals." Pamela saw Ida's angry look, "I mean, Sam has much work to do."
,"It's summer, Mom." Sam protested, "I don't have summer school. Why can't I go?"
,"Samantha has piano lessons, ballet lessons, foreign language lessons, fencing lessons, singing lessons, acting lessons, and etc. She cannot go with you Ida. She has much to do." She looked sternly at Sam and Ida.
Sam's violet eyes were watery with anger; shaking her head side-to-side, "You don't want me to be with Dad. You just hate the fact, that I might have a speck of happiness, since Dad divorced you." She threw her chair to the floor. Holding the lump in her throat and the tears locked in her eyes, as she stared at her mother.
,"Samantha, go to your room!" Pamela said, holding her champagne roughly. Sam proudly stood tall, resisting her mother's orders, "SAMANTHA, GO TO YOUR DAMN ROOM!!!"
,"DROP DEAD!!!" Pamela's mouth agape when Sam walked out the door and ran out to the street.
Sam walked around the back of her house, closing the door quietly. Sam heard her mother and grandmother quarreling as she went into the elevator. Once she went into her room, she grabbed a black gym bag and filled it with clothes as much she could fill, she grabbed a paper that read:
STALLION RANCH 1-MONTH TRIP
YOU'LL LEARN HOW TO ROPE, RIDE, AND SURVIVE
ON THE RANCH.
YOU'LL BE ABLE TO GO WHERE YOU PLEASE AND
ALLOWED TO ENTER
THE RANCH CHAMPTIONSHIP AND WIN $25,OOO, OOO
Sam grabbed her wallet full of money and a plane ticket to Wyoming. She looked at her dresser's mirror, which held a picture in the upper right hand corner. A man with blonde hair held a smiling little girl with black hair. She held the picture, and then put it in her bag.
,"C'mon Chocolate, it's time to see Dad. I don't care what she says." Sam put her bags and Chocolate by the elevator. When Sam passed by a hand painted picture of her mother, she gave a view of her middle finger. She heard footsteps, and quickly went into the elevator with her stuff and Chocolate. She ran out of the house quickly, not even to stop to take a break until she was only a block away from the sign that said:
AMITY PARK AIRPORT
-----So you guys know, Danny & Sam aren't related. Sam's father owned the ranch, but didn't have enough money to keep it, so his friend decided to buy it and keep the ranch in Sam's fathers' name. And his newphew, Danny Fenton, works there for the summer. Need anymore info? Just press that review button.