Note: This is just the start of chapter two, but I may continue.
Chapter 2: Rain
Inca stared at the plaid table cloth. It was drizzling outside and she was trying to avoid her chores. It was always wet in Apollos. Whether it be raining, drizzling, pouring or snowing, it was always wet. You could almost never go out without a raincoat and never without a jumper. Inca played with the tassels on the end of the tablecloth as her mother walked into the kitchen. Arica was a very practical woman, always telling Inca off for daydreaming. "Staring into space won't get the work done, Inca." She would always say to her. Right now, though, her mother appeared to be making toast. At two o' clock in the afternoon. Making toast at two O'clock won't get your work done Arica thought Inca in a voice mimicking her mothers. When Arica had finished spreading Quandong jam on her toast, she came to sit across the table from Inca. She peered at Inca over her now purple toast and said "Stop fiddling. You'll make the table cloth fray." Inca let go of the table cloth. Her mother did not seem to be in a good mood. Whenever she was frustrated she usually stopped being practical. Eating purple toast at two O'clock was not very practical. Inca turned her head to peer out the window at her horse Rain. She was grazing happily on the long, green grass despite the drizzle. Inca wished that the drizzle didn't bother her. Inca scowled down at the table cloth as she remembered that she still had to take rain for a ride today. Inca got up from the table and headed for the mud room. "Where are you going, Inca?" asked her mum. Inca didn't bother to face her mum as she mumbled "I'm gonna go exercise Rain." As Inca entered the mud room she heard her mother call something about gum boots. Inca hated the mud room. It was always muddy, as its name suggested, and it smelt kind of musty. She wrinkled her nose as she slid her feet into her boots and fastened her helmet to her head. She slung a bridle over her shoulder and then grabbed her saddle. Somehow, Inca managed to open the back door with her elbow and back outside without tripping over her dads boots, which were sitting on the back mat. Inca one, boots nil… thought Inca. Craig was always leaving his boots on the back mat for some reason hello, that's what the mud room is for! Thought Inca as she kicked her dads boots out of her way.