Monroe had and it wasnt brought up again. The next day in school was long and Mr. Monroes daughter, Kaite, kept on asking me why her dad wanted me to ...help him at the tack shop instead of her. Although, I knew why. I just kept telling her it was because I ride and know what horses need and that she needed to practice for the swim team. CHAPTER 3 The next Saturday rolled around and it was Mr. Monroes birthday. Mr. Monroe and I were supposed to work on the hay loft and pasture fencing. First we. So, there were many girls in the building who used to bring their boyfriends and have fun.Also, the guys were drunk men. Most of the times they never used to come back. PG owner cared less about such things, he used to ignore requests that others made. In conclusion, the PG was a mess.But honestly I enjoyed there. I did make a few friends but they were not even coming there. The girls were horny teenagers who used to tease the guys little by little. The guys used to enjoy it. Every Sunday we. Theystick inside you though, like glue. Little things can have a bigimpact. Like when my brother and I were chattering in our beds, notwilling to go to sleep, and my Dad snuck in our room and slapped hisbelt against our bunk beds. I thought to myself, 'now I'm going to beafraid of the dark', even though before that I wasn't a k** who wantednight lights or worried about sounds in the night and, sure enough, wesoon were afraid of the dark. Getting naked turned into something for my brother and I. Visitors, you’re invited.”The homecoming court would most certainly be at the dance. I looked around, wondering. It was like I wasn’t even there, not a word had been spoken to me, not a head had turned my way, like I was invisible. Students only. Could I?And when was I going to wake up? I’d accepted that this was all a dream, there wasn’t any other explanation. I didn’t understand why I was seeing things I hadn’t known; like that second kiss, or the final score – we lost by a single point. I.