There was this girl, Emily, at my school who was obsessed with horses. She did not just “like” horses she was obsessed. Everything we said, she found a way to make it related to horses.

Well anyways, one day in class we were learning about the civil war and she related the slavery of the war to the way horses are quartered and I had enough of it. I stood up and I screamed “No one cares about your stupid horses!”

The class fell silent. No one said anything, not even the teacher. Emily stood up, looked at me directly in the eyes, then used every molecule of air in her body to let out the loudest “Neigh” imaginable. Then she galloped out of the room.

I realized that day, with everyone else in my class, that Emily was a horse all along. The therapies, the group discussions. We’ll never forget the mark left behind by Emily the horse.