glorygirl97
I run up the to instructor and wave my paper.
"I have a great idea for this quarter!" I say, very enthusiastic about my wonderful idea.
"Mhm, that's great, Alyssa", the teacher mutters distractedly. He waves me along and returns to his grading. I wander out of the room dejectedly and slam the door. Dismissed, just like that.
A dozen times. That's how many times she's counted. A dozen times, and she still can't believe her eyes.
The view out the window of the classroom is limited, but it's enough for me. I can see the cars and trucks as they pass, the cemetary across the street, squirrels on the ground, and the delicate snowflakes dancing down.
A stable is like my second home. There, I am surrounded by animals that seem to understand me and know what I am saying. There, it is quiet, peaceful, the silence broken only by the gentle whuff of horses in their hay, and the munching sounds that accompany it. In a stable, I am at home.