thing that was supposed to be my main focus that weekend.
“Uh, sorry,” I told him. “I really should just stick to the reason why I’m here. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you later,” I waved, leaving him standing there.
I quickly made it to Jack’ s office and thanked the heaven s above that he was there, ready to go over some of his daily routines with me.
Chapter Seven
“So you didn’t even stay for dinner?” Gramps asked.
With a sigh I replied, “I just…couldn’t.”
“But they invited you.”
“I know but…Jack was done for the day, and there was still two hours until dinner… I just decided to leave.”
My grandpa took a bite of his lunch and didn’t reply. I could tell he had something to say, but he was giving himself some time to soften it up.
It was Wednesday, a workday for me at the diner and Grandpa’s weekly visit. My break was over though, and I decided to cut out while I had the chance, so I gave him a kiss goodbye and returned to my tables . Meryl spent some time with him after that, and then she took him back to Brookside Gardens.
My shift was over two hour s later. I went home and worked on some schoolwork, and then I sat at my computer to spend time on my application essay. I’d had the stinking thing for almost two years now and I was always reading it over to see if I could make it better. I did make a couple of minor changes, and then I stretched across my bed to study.
“ Quantitative comparison ,” I murmured. “ Determine a relation ship between the two quantities …”
Relationships. Quantity A… Quantity B… A is greater than B… A for Austin… Relationships…
“Ugh! Are you kidding me?”
I slammed the book shut and rolled onto my back. Why couldn’t I get him out of my head? It didn’t matter where I was—school, the diner, with friends, or home—he was always there.
Maybe I just felt a little bad that I’d kind of blown him off that Saturday, but what was I supposed to do? I was there to do a job and that’s what I needed to focus on. And yes, I did skip out on dinner, asking Jack to relay the message that I needed to get home. I guess I left things with Austin a little unfinished, but why did I have to feel that way? I wasn’t there at the ranch for him ; I was there to be accepted by a stupid vet school in the future.
Speaking of schools, I pulled out inf ormation on a few universities that I had and laid them out on the bed . Jack suggested applying for several when the time came —I could be rejected by nine b ut be accepted by one. I looked over those for an hour and then decided I needed a bigger distraction than that, so I called up Autumn . Of course she was shocked that I was calling her to do something on a weekday, but she didn’t say anything further when I told her I just needed some time away from books.
When Friday roll ed around I felt as nervous as I would if I were going to take a huge exam. I arrived in Bakersfield at nine and met Jack in his office. With him was another vet that the Gaines’ also used, a woman that wa s probably in her late fifties. Jack thought it was a good idea for me to get to know her , as well.
Lori was p leasant enough at first , but she didn’t have that sense of humor and fun personality like Jack did. She also seemed more hesitant to let me do anything, whereas Jack would just ask if it was something I was familiar with, have me do it , and if I had a question or a problem, I would ask. Lori also seemed put off that I didn’t know to o much about horses in general. I was just fine with the anatomy and biology of a horse, but she seemed to think I was at a disadvantage by not knowing the species well.
I agreed with her, but I also felt reassured by Jack, who told me I’d learn what I needed to soon enough.
I was glad that he was the main vet at Harmony Acres.
Later on Jack passed me off to Clara in the guesthouse. She sh owed me my room for the weekend and the ins and outs of
“Uh, sorry,” I told him. “I really should just stick to the reason why I’m here. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you later,” I waved, leaving him standing there.
I quickly made it to Jack’ s office and thanked the heaven s above that he was there, ready to go over some of his daily routines with me.
Chapter Seven
“So you didn’t even stay for dinner?” Gramps asked.
With a sigh I replied, “I just…couldn’t.”
“But they invited you.”
“I know but…Jack was done for the day, and there was still two hours until dinner… I just decided to leave.”
My grandpa took a bite of his lunch and didn’t reply. I could tell he had something to say, but he was giving himself some time to soften it up.
It was Wednesday, a workday for me at the diner and Grandpa’s weekly visit. My break was over though, and I decided to cut out while I had the chance, so I gave him a kiss goodbye and returned to my tables . Meryl spent some time with him after that, and then she took him back to Brookside Gardens.
My shift was over two hour s later. I went home and worked on some schoolwork, and then I sat at my computer to spend time on my application essay. I’d had the stinking thing for almost two years now and I was always reading it over to see if I could make it better. I did make a couple of minor changes, and then I stretched across my bed to study.
“ Quantitative comparison ,” I murmured. “ Determine a relation ship between the two quantities …”
Relationships. Quantity A… Quantity B… A is greater than B… A for Austin… Relationships…
“Ugh! Are you kidding me?”
I slammed the book shut and rolled onto my back. Why couldn’t I get him out of my head? It didn’t matter where I was—school, the diner, with friends, or home—he was always there.
Maybe I just felt a little bad that I’d kind of blown him off that Saturday, but what was I supposed to do? I was there to do a job and that’s what I needed to focus on. And yes, I did skip out on dinner, asking Jack to relay the message that I needed to get home. I guess I left things with Austin a little unfinished, but why did I have to feel that way? I wasn’t there at the ranch for him ; I was there to be accepted by a stupid vet school in the future.
Speaking of schools, I pulled out inf ormation on a few universities that I had and laid them out on the bed . Jack suggested applying for several when the time came —I could be rejected by nine b ut be accepted by one. I looked over those for an hour and then decided I needed a bigger distraction than that, so I called up Autumn . Of course she was shocked that I was calling her to do something on a weekday, but she didn’t say anything further when I told her I just needed some time away from books.
When Friday roll ed around I felt as nervous as I would if I were going to take a huge exam. I arrived in Bakersfield at nine and met Jack in his office. With him was another vet that the Gaines’ also used, a woman that wa s probably in her late fifties. Jack thought it was a good idea for me to get to know her , as well.
Lori was p leasant enough at first , but she didn’t have that sense of humor and fun personality like Jack did. She also seemed more hesitant to let me do anything, whereas Jack would just ask if it was something I was familiar with, have me do it , and if I had a question or a problem, I would ask. Lori also seemed put off that I didn’t know to o much about horses in general. I was just fine with the anatomy and biology of a horse, but she seemed to think I was at a disadvantage by not knowing the species well.
I agreed with her, but I also felt reassured by Jack, who told me I’d learn what I needed to soon enough.
I was glad that he was the main vet at Harmony Acres.
Later on Jack passed me off to Clara in the guesthouse. She sh owed me my room for the weekend and the ins and outs of
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