"You shouldn't be in your room all day, you should get out more and earn some money!" my mum tried to convince me, she's been nagging me non-stop for me to get a job. "Why don't you volunteer to help at the stables?" asked my mum, I shook my head.
"No, I hate horses, snobs like Daphne ride horses." I said coldly, typing on my computer.
"She seems nice." She muttered, folding up my clothes and placing it in my wardrobe. Not listening to me.
"She is not 'nice' she just pretends to be. And you won't make me go to work for her!"
Note to self: don't argue with a woman with a phone in her hand.
I stood opposite Daphne, outside one of her horses stable. As a spoiled brat, Daphne gets any thing she wants, including to boss people around. I sighed angrily, "I can't believe this."
"I'm glad you've accepted to come, Velma." Daphne smirked, "First, can you clean out Bobby's stable, please?" she gave me a shovel.
I glared at her, and took it.
"After you're finished doing that. Can you pick up the litter on the field, please? Thanks, Velma." She strode off, leaving me with a pile of horse dung.
Actually horses aren't at all that bad… it's the riders I hate.