The Barn This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

   It was a beautiful spring day, thefirst after a long, desolate winter. The sun shone through the windowsof my prison, and a cool breeze ruffled the papers on my desk. I watchedthe clock with quiet anticipation, praying the bell would ring andliberate me from the teacher's dull soliloquy. Finally, it did. Igrabbed my bag and ran from the classroom. I couldn't wait to leave theplace behind for a long weekend.

My excitement rose as I drovedown the dirt road to my sanctuary. The whinnies I heard matched myfeeling of joy. School, homework and projects were left behind as I tookher from the stall and brushed her soft coat. I picked up her lead and,as we walked to the gate, she tensed with excitement. She waitedimpatiently for me to set her free. I moved away to give her room to runand she exploded with leaps and bucks. As she careened around thepaddock, I sat on the warm grass and watched her play, realizing therewas no other place I would rather be than at the barn with my mare,Rory.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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