TITLE: Little Miss Perfect and Me
Lucy was ready. Dark blue T-shirt, dark blue jeans-she'd blend right into the shadows.
She eased open her bedroom door and listened. No sound from Charlotte's room. Her new stepsister was probably studying. Being the perfect daughter as usual.
Lucy picked up her barn boots and tiptoed to the stairs. She listened again.
"M! Pick an M!" she heard her stepfather say.
"No, Mike," Lucy's mother said. "He needs a D."
Lucy smiled as she inched her way down the stairs. Mike really loved those TV game shows. He and Mom probably wouldn't even notice she was gone.
One step, two steps, three! Duck into the dining room. Dash into the kitchen and...
"Charlotte!" Lucy skidded to a stop inches from Charlotte's backside.
"Watch out, Lucy." Charlotte straightened from the refrigerator, her long brown braid swinging across her back. The violet bow on the end of her braid matched her violet blouse perfectly. "You almost made me drop the pickles."
"Why should I shush?" Charlotte saw the boots in Lucy's hands. "You're sneaking out to see that horse!"
Lucy decided to not dump the pickles on Charlotte's head and make a dash for the door. No, instead she'd explain-again-how important this was. "My horse was supposed to arrive at Miss Mary Jo's barn an hour ago. I have to see him, Charlotte! My very own horse!"
"He's not your horse." Charlotte pulled out a pickle and screwed the lid back on. "Dad and Susan will never let you keep him."