Chapter 2: Welcome To My Life
Christiana's POV
I woke up to the song Radioactive by- Imagine Dragons.
My step sister Megan is absolutely in love with that song and is pretty much obsessed with it (she goes through a lot of favorite song phases).
I groan and roll over to my side.
"Megan! Turn off your alarm!" I yelled/ whispered to her.
I heard her moan from the other side of the room, and watched her sit up and tap the off button on her alarm.
"Why do you even set an alarm for the weekend anyway?" I said as she called back into her bed.
"I didn't. I must've forgotten to turn it off yesterday after school." She replied and sighed heavily before pulling the covers back over her head.
"Might as well get up now and start our chores," I mumbled as I pulled back the warm covers that covered my body.
I sat up and walked over to Megan's bed.
"Come on if we finish early you get ride Calvin." I whispered in her ear.
Megan sprang up out of bed and dashed over to the bathroom at the mention of her favorite horse name.
"Well then, come on Chris we better get started," she called after shutting and locking the bathroom door.
"I knew that would get you up," I called back as I strolled over to my dresser.
I pulled out a pair of jeans and a plaid button up t-shirt and slipped them on.
I grabbed a pair of riding socks and shoved them on my feet.
"Hurry up in there," I called to Megan as I finished brushing my long, wavy, dark brown hair.
"Ok Christina, I'm almost done," she called back.
"Don't call me Christina," I grumbled.
I hated my real name.
I hate it because it reminds me off what my real parents named me. I was abandoned by them when I was really young.
Actually I was just left on the steps off the foster care building.
I was in that orphanage until I was 7, which was when I was put in to a foster home.
The woman who fosters me is named Sarah Mulleins.
She started to foster Megan when I was 9, and we've been best friends ever since. Right now Megan and I are 12.
We both love music and horses, but I especially love reading and swimming.
Miss. Mulleins actually owns a small farm with about 10 horses. She teaches riding lessons to younger kids.
There are 2 horses that Miss. Mulleins owns that Megan and I like to call our own.
Megan has a sweet paint gelding named Calvin, and I have a thoroughbred dappled grey mare named Ocean.
We have chores that we have to do every day, which includes taking care of our horses and
exercising them every day.
Yep life is pretty good, except for the fact that I will never have real parents. After all Miss. Mulleins is only my foster mom.
"The bathroom is all your Chris," said Megan as she strolled over to her dresser to pick out some clothes for the day.
"You take way to long in there. Sometimes I worry about you," I said with a laugh.
"Ha ha ha," she replied.
I went into the bathroom and shut the door. I checked my reflection in the mirror. My long wavy brown hair cascaded down my shoulders and my emerald green eyes with streaks of gray in them shimmered. I washed my face and put on some chap stick.
I don't where make up like Megan and I don't do my hair, so I'm in and out of the bathroom in 3 minutes.
"Come on lets go to the barn Meg's," I said as I walked back out of the bathroom.
" Ok give me a sec, I can't find my helmet," she said.
I walked over to her and grabbed her arm and started to drag her out the door.
"You left it at the barn last night remember," I said.
"Oh yeah I did," she said with a smile on her face.
We walked down the steps to the kitchen.
I grabbed an apple off of the counter for Ocean, and Megan did the same.
Miss. Mulleins is usually at the barn by now, taking care of her horses.
I walked over to the mud room and slipped on my muck boots. Megan followed and we headed out the door.