This was it.  After this, she could finally leave this torture.  She could have freedom.  As long as she didn't fail.  Kisha Corter, was in her homeroom, working on a math test.  Mrs. Long had said, as soon as you finished the test, you could go home.  That was what Kisha liked about her teacher. She was care-free. All of Sugar Tree Middle School's (STMS) students/pupils (same thing) lived close enough to walk home.  Yet here was Kisha, the only student in the classroom.  Finally, what seemed like YEARS later, she turned her paper in, relieved that the teacher barely picked up her red pen.  Kisha took a deep breath, and stepped out into the hall.  It was uncomfortably quiet, since most of the school was empty.  When the coast was clear she ran through the hallways- which was against the rules.... so what! XP-and burst out the front doors.  Ahhh.... fresh air at last.

When she arrived home, she took in the scents of the farm.  Her dad owned this farm, and her mother owned a bakery- Sweet Treats/ ST.  Now, the best thing about this farm is the animals.  Especially horses.  Kisha ran into the farm, threw her back-pack on the wooden floor, and went into the kitchen.  Instantly her nose was filled with the delicious and sweet smells of the baked sweets that her mother had made in the late morning to take to the ST.  Her dad wasn't home, because he was helping her mom unpacking the treats.  There was a small basket made of stiff fibers resting on the counter.  It was filled with freshly picked apples.  There were Golden Delicious, Fuji, Honeycrisp, Mcintosh red, Granny Smith, and much more (the basket was BIG).  Kisha lifted the basket with a small grunt, and sauntered off to the stables.  

As soon as Kisha stepped in, whinnies and snuffles filled the room.  The horses really liked Kisha because af her care, kindness, and last but not least, the food.  Kisha handed out the apples to a horse after another.  Her favorite horse was P.B, who was in the last stall.  When she reached there, Kisha dropped the basket, apples spilling and rolling all over the floor.

A/N This chapter was short, but I wanted to get to the point of the story. :)