My story! Chapter one."Hi Cooper." I walked into the old, large red barn that I had behind my blue house, Zayn following close behind with a big yellow water bucket. "This is so heavy..." he complained as I shot him a little look. "And I do that everyday at 7 am, by myself, in 40 degree temperatures now, without complaining." I chuckled, shaking my head while refilling just one of my phenomanal horse's water troughs. The barn I had was huge. I seemed so lucky to some people and they all wished to be me sometimes. But they really shouldn't, because they have no idea what I went through. My parents are dead. And wherever I go, I have to read someone because I am a