Chapter 3
Summer… siku 1, one big happy party?

“Be sure to be here on time before dinner. I won’t have wewe looking like… Well, that.” My mother pointed to my clothes.
“Sure whatever wewe say.” I alisema with just a hint of sarcasm that was just enough for her to notice.
“You listen here young lady wewe are dam straight that it’s whatever I say and I will not have wewe making a spectacle of this family.” She was definitely sent over the edge on this one. I haven’t heard my mother curse since…
“Do I need repeat myself?” She narrowed her eyes toward me.
“No.” And I walked...

I hope wewe like it! Thank wewe Sk8bordNewMoon I was about to change the title but changed my mind. I hope wewe like it and dont worry nothing other worldly au ndoto in this. ;) So heres

Chapter 2

3 Months later…
The last siku of school and junior mwaka was pure torture. Summer I could only hope being better but everything is just a blur. The only thing that sticks out now is riding my farasi and the hillside.
“Hey there buddy want to go for a ride?” I spoke in a soothing voice to my horse. Billy nickered to me softly.
“Yea… Alright let’s go for a ride.”
I tacked him up slowly taking...

I upendo You! Is what the title means.

"But...Dad. I upendo you!" I alisema though my sobbing.
"I’m sorry baby girl... you've got to promise to be strong for your mother...Luke....and Pricilla..." He was so weak I had never seen him like this.
"No... No I can’t promise that... wewe will make it though this... PLEASE dad!" I was crying harder now.
"Amelia wewe have always been strong even...when wewe were a baby....." He cleared his throat. He was holding back his tears."Please do this for me."
"Fine... I promise." My voice was horse.
My mother came in and interrupted us.
“Honey I need some time to talk...

Lacey Marie Carlson...

The mwana-, mwana-punda was now lose. How could I have been so supid to leave the gate open? I was an 8 mwaka old laying on the ground, bleeding. A bob cat had come after me. He had taken five long claws against my back. If it hadnt been for Luke Id be dead. He was 10 at the time. He had taken the shot gun his father had aliyopewa him and fired it into the Cats head. I layed there in agony.

I was shipped off to school in Chicogo. I learned to ride english and dressage. I could still rope cows and a horse but, it wasnt the same as in Montana. I loved it there but, daddys orders. It hurt to...