Some people call me Shaylee. Most call me bossy. Or bitchy. Or spoiled. Or, well you see, there's lots of them! But my name's Shaylee. At least I'm pretty sure. Just kidding. I'm a headstrong person. And God gave me an extremely strong personality, hence the reason for my current identity crisis. I think my personality scares some people. I know it scares others. They must not know what to do with an intelligent blonde!
Want to know something pathetic? Here I am, 23 years old, freshly graduated, and I don't know what I truly want to do with my life. Told you it was pathetic. All throughout high school I bounced from one thing to another. I tried modeling, dancing, managing a pet store, sewing, fashion design, I had even tried my hand at construction once. All this was a lot of fun and made me a rather well rounded person, but none of it was something I wanted to do with my life. There was one thing I always came back to though. Or rather I never fully abandoned it. Barrel racing. I love it. The exhilarating speed, the raw power of 1000 pounds of surging muscle between your knees, carrying you across the timer for the fastest time you could ask for. There was nothing like it. So I got my degree in horse management and minored in business management. I had even graduated a year early. It was then that the full responsibility had hit me. How much time, sweat, blood, work, money, and tears was going to have to be put into this. It scared the living daylights out of me. But I was determined to make it all work out.
My determination would turn out to be the end of any dreams I might have had. It was the reason I was at the Snyder mansion attending that awful party. Well, I had asked for excitement right? I got excitement. Only not in a way I would have ever dreamed, correction, nightmared about.
Please review this story! I apologize ahead of time for any short chapters! Lol. And these character are mine. All mine!! pokes grabbing hands with evil spork named Sparky lol. Not really. Anywho. Enjoy!