Ok, I'm still figuring out how this stuff works, so it may look this messy for a while.
Don't kill me please.
~Starry

~1~
It was a crisp, clean summer morning. Lily had just woken to see the sun rise over the beautiful green hills which surrounded her house.
'I won't wake them up,' she thought. 'I can get out and on my way before they're even out of bed.' She slipped on her old worn jeans, a faded green T-shirt, a pair of mismatched socks and picked up her very broken-in shoes. She crept towards the steep winding staircase.
'Almost there, just a little bit further. Five more steps. Four more steps. Hop the creaky one. Two more steps...'
"What are you doing?"
Lily stopped dead in her tracks and turned slowly to see Cody, her bothersome little brother. Well, he wasn't so little any more. In fact, he was almost as tall as she was.
"Shut up. Go back to bed."
"What if I don't want to? You can't make me. Just take me with you."
"You're going to wake them up. Do you want to get us both in trouble?"
"I won't get in trouble." Cody was right, and they both knew it. He wouldn't get in any trouble. He never got into trouble.
"Anyway, you don't want to come, you just don't want me to go."
"And your point is?" Lily hated when he said that. It was one of his 'catch phrases'. She could never tell him what her point was without his getting bored and doing his yakking hand motion. She started to tell him anyway.
"I never get to go anywhere. They take you wherever you want. They don't let me go places. I have to sneak out before they're up, or else I can't go." There he goes, she thought. Flapping his hand like he thinks I'm flapping my gums. I can't stand him. She got fed up.
"I'll deal with you later," she hissed "but you have to keep quiet about my being gone if they wake up, OK?" Cody put a thoughtful hand to his chin and took a moment.
"Alright," he said finally, "you can go only you won't deal with me later; it is you who shall be dealt with..." and at that he walked out of the room.
Lily left the house, crossed the lawn and headed out to the barn. She slowed her walk and began to settle into the early morning. Her mind floated off with the steady beat of her feet.
'I remember when it was just them, me and Flynn. They took us everywhere. She felt Cody was an annoyance. Now that she's gone, I'm the oldest. I'm the "responsible one." I'm not the baby any more.'
Lily was the middle of three children, and it showed. Cody was the youngest, and always got his way. Flynn, who was the oldest, had gone the year before. She said she was fed up, and wasn't coming back, but Lily wished she could.
She could remember every day leading up to the day Flynn left so clearly. Now the house seemed as if she had never existed. Her room had been converted into a guest room less than a month after she left. The only proof that she had actually lived there was a picture in the living room. A picture from when everything was still OK, and her parents and Flynn got along. It was a memento from the last vacation their happy family had. They'd gone to Florida. Back then they didn't have to have a reason to go somewhere. They just had to want to go.
Lily reached the other end of the field, and opened the gate. She intended to ride her horse Painted Lady; Lady for short. A beautiful, towering horse sporting a coat of slightly curly red and brown hair.
Entering the barn she brushed past their other horse, Willow Moss. The name suited the pony well, and perfectly described the way her tangled mane looked when it met her thick "flea-bitten" gray fur.
Lily tacked up then pet poor little Willow who looked so longingly toward the door as she led Lady out.
"Let's go," said Lily once she had mounted.
She nudged Lady, and went off. They were gone at last, the warm wind whipping her long brown locks as they bounded through the grass.
'I'm finally free. I wonder what I would be doing if Flynn were still here. Sleeping, probably. We would have stayed up late last night. I wish she didn't have to be "gone forever", as she said she would be.' Her mind drifted. Nothing mattered now that she was riding.