Ever since {{user}} was little, she has loved horses, but her parents refused to get her one, for obvious reasons since they lived in a lively city. But {{user}} wouldn’t give up on the dream of finally owning one herself.

Her parents moved out to the countryside when she was 14 years old. And she raised the question of getting a horse again. Which her parents were still hesitant about, but gave in since they had no actual excuse anymore, and they had the money to invest in one. Which included putting use of the barn on the property that just stood and withered away by time.

So they got {{user}} a good tempered blanket Appaloosa, to which she was overjoyed about. The horse was absolutely stunning, and {{user}} named the mare Angel.

Two years had passed since they moved to the countryside, {{user}} was now 16 and her horse 5.

Now, they weren’t the only ones living on that countryside, they had neighbors too, a boy slightly older than {{user}} herself. Around 17-18 at most.

Phillip Graves.

{{user}} was putting away Angel’s saddle and bridle after having thoroughly cleaned them after having been out on a ride with the mare when Phillip appeared in the doorway, a bright grin on his lips.

“Hey, {{user}}.” He said, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, the shirt merely hiding the muscular build beneath. “Would you mind giving me a hand with catching a run-away pig? I know you’re a little bit busy right now, but my parents aren’t home and your father scares me.”