Wembly: Lisa Rogney
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Being a tomboyish seventeen-year-old girl has its challenges. When you love horses but your friends have gone on to other interests, you can feel abandoned. When you become the target of bullies and your once-friends not only don't help but are part of the problem, what do you do?
Tired of being a misfit, Lisa Rogney decides to change to fit in, even though it means not being true to herself. Can she change? Should she change?
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"Gayle Siebert has achieved the nearly impossible in WEMBLY. She's made a book about teen angst a lot of fun to read. Lisa loves horses, doesn't care about makeup, hair, or what's cool to wear, and, therefore, she's a misfit. She suffers a crushing betrayal by her best friend, gets bullied physically and verbally by the "popular kids," and survives the death of a loved one, but makes her way through with humor and grace. I recommend this book to any high school student, popular or not; to the parents of high schoolers—there's a lot to be learned here; and to anyone who enjoys a good read that's honest and rings true. I laughed a lot!" – Patricia Parker, author of ABODE
"Lots of tears but lots of laughter too. A very intriguing story. Looking forward to the next one in the series." – Genevieve Mckay, author of THE DEFINING GRAVITY series.
Gayle Siebert
Gayle has always loved horses, reading, and writing. She has been a trail rider, barrel racer, and dressage rider. Now retired after more than 3 decades as an insurance adjuster, she lives on a horse farm near Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada, writes, reads, and yes, still rides.
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Wembly - Gayle Siebert
ONE
1
HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT there are more Mondays than any of the other days in the week? More, say, than Saturdays or Sundays? It seems that way to me.
Every Monday right after dismissal I have to walk over to my brother Jemmy’s school, nag at him while he fools around with his friends when he should be putting his jacket and boots on, and then we take the city bus to his karate class. When that noisy confusion’s over, we walk to Dad’s office and get a ride home with him. By then, being January, it’s already dark.
I call him a big baby because he’s afraid to go by himself. I say without me, he’d likely lose his bus pass and be stranded, or take the wrong bus and end up in Coombs. Or fall into a ditch somewhere. He gets all worked up and shouts: I am not!
I would not!
He never points out that it’s not up to him; Mom and Dad don’t want him going by himself. He’s just a kid, eight years younger than me, so I guess I get it.
On the plus side, I get my homework done while I’m waiting at the dojo, and there are a couple of cute older karate guys to watch, too. You have to be careful, though; you don’t want them to see you gawking or they’ll think they’re so special all they have to do is say one word to you and you’ll be All Theirs. So I make sure and watch the little kids too. You know, I play it cool. Still, there’s always a chance one of the cute guys will start up a conversation, and you never know what could happen from there.
Anyway. On this day, Jemmy already has his jacket and boots on. He’s sitting on the bench all by himself, swinging his feet, waiting for me.
Where’s your friends?
I ask.
Linden wouldn’t let me play with him and Devon today.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to say something like I told you to use mouthwash, but he looks so dejected I ruffle his hair and say, Oh, I’m sorry. I guess you didn’t have a very good day, then, did you?
He shakes his head while he studies his swinging feet.
It isn’t unusual for that Linden kid to tell Jemmy he doesn’t want to play with him. I wish Jemmy didn’t like him so much. I wish Linden wasn’t so mean. I wish Linden would move to another school, or that Jemmy would make other friends and quit relying so much on Linden. But I’m afraid Jemmy will just keep getting his feelings hurt, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Come on,
I tell him, let’s get a move on or we’ll miss the bus. Tell you what, I’ll treat you to McDonalds after karate. We’ll get Dad to meet us there.
He looks up and brightens a little. Could I get a new Tech Deck?
He may only be seven, but he knows the McDonalds closest to the dojo is in Walmart, and if I’m in a treating mood, it’s a good time to ask for more.
"I don’t have enough money to go to McDonalds and get you a new Tech Deck, Jem. It’s not allowance day for another week, you know. We’d have to skip McDonald’s."
We could skip McDonalds.
Then what’s the point of going to the mall?
I’ve got him there. To soften the blow, I remind him, You know there’s a toy in the kid’s meal, right?
He nods.
Okay, then?
Okay.
Where’s your gi? Where’s your back pack?
Oh! I forgot!
He jumps off the bench and runs back into his classroom. When he comes out, he’s dragging his back pack and has a bundle of papers in his hand. These turn out to be his Works of Art. It looks like they’ve been stuffed in his cubby for a while. Possibly there was a PB and J in there with them at one time. He doesn’t show promise as an artist, either. Despite the rumpled paper, greasy stains, and the fact I can’t make out anything other than a stick man or two, I admire them; then he stuffs them in his backpack, and we set out.
If you think that was the end of the Tech Deck discussion, you can forget it. We’re on the bus and Jemmy’s been so quiet I’ve kind of forgotten about him, when he pipes up with: When we go to McDonalds, you always just have fries, right?
Uh-huh,
I say, wondering where this is going.
If I just had fries instead of a Kid’s Meal, would you have enough money for a Tech Deck then?
He got me.
Of course, when we get home I still have barn chores to do, and it’s a pain running the wheelbarrow out to the manure pile in the dark. Wembly makes up for it, though. He nickers when he sees me, tosses his head and does his little dance. He thinks I’m the Sun and the Moon. Maybe because I’m the Bringer of the Food.
2
WE LIVE IN SADDLE RIDGE, on a street called Saddle Ridge Way. It’s a bunch of small acreages on the outskirts of the city. Most people living here keep horses, although at the end of the cul-de-sac, there’s a Christmas tree farm with no horses. I call that a waste of a good pasture, especially when you can get a pre-decorated, pre-lit tree. After Christmas, five minutes and it’s back in the box. No dead tree to haul to the chipper. No need to buy another tree next year. The only downside I can see is that you have to have a place to store the box. It’s important to take care of the box! I can’t stress this enough. Without the box, storage could be a problem. If you’re thinking even storage of the box is a problem in your situation, say if you live in an apartment, I recommend you purchase a smaller tree, which of course, comes in a smaller box and will fit easily into even the smallest closet. So you see, artificial trees are way more sensible, and then that Christmas tree farm could be a nice field for horses.
If for some reason you don’t want horses and you want to grow stuff you can sell, you should at least have trees that are good for something, like apples or walnuts, or bushes like blueberries. You know, to Feed the World. Plus, you can have a nice bunch of those trees and put horses in with them, like in our pasture, so it’s multi-use. Just one of the things I’ve been thinking about lately.
Anyway. I got Wembly, my Quarter Horse gelding when I was almost ten and he was sixteen. He has a small barn that opens onto his field, so he can come and go when he wants to.
Dear sweet Wembly! So beautiful. So cute, with the crooked white stripe on his face. When his feet weren’t sore, he carried me around the neighbourhood trails for hours on end. Even now, even with his sore feet, when he sees me coming from the school bus he whinnies like he hasn’t seen me in a year and comes running to the fence.
I think Dad is hoping I’ll lose interest in horses, because he’s started mentioning that since Wembly isn’t sound enough for me to do what I want to with him, he could go to the Therapeutic Riding Club so lots of kids could love him, or maybe I could find a home for him as a companion horse somewhere, and so on. I would never even consider moving him away from here! He may not be sound enough to do more than walk, although as I mentioned earlier he can run so long as it’s his idea, but I still love him, and this is his home, after all. Besides, the people you give him to could do anything, even ship him, which is a horrible thing for a horse, but you have no control over that because he’s not yours any more. I got Mom to promise he can live here until he dies. Dad doesn’t argue with her.
It’s true I would like to continue with taking riding lessons from the lady down the street, and Wembly can’t do it. The obvious solution to that problem is to get another horse. They are herd animals after all, so Wembly would enjoy having company while he grows old and I’d have a horse to do all the stuff I used to do with Wembly. Dad gets a cranky look on his face when I bring up that subject and starts in about who’s going to look after them when I go away to university, young ladies need to develop finesse, and so on. I’m still working on Mom. In her favour, she gives him a cranky look right back, and she has mentioned that if you have one horse, you might as well have two because you are tied down anyway. I don’t like her calling it being tied down
because that sounds too negative, but until I have a suggestion for a better-sounding phrase she could use, there you have it.
Anyway. Friday, I get off the bus and trot down the road toward our place. It’s puzzling, but there’s no Wembly whinnying and hinking along to greet me at the fence.
I put my backpack in the house and go straight up to the barn, thinking he’s got himself locked in his stall. He’s done that before. He fools around with the latch that holds the door open until it lets go, and then amuses himself swinging the door back and forth. If he happens to be inside the stall and it slams shut, he’ll just stand there looking sheepish, waiting for me to come and open the door again. If it happens the hay net in the stall is empty, he manages to push the door open and free himself, though, so it’s totally a con on his part. I make a big fuss like: Oh poor Wembly, have you been locked in there all day?
and so on, letting him think he’s pulled one over on me.
But today, there’s no Wembly face hanging over the inside stall door. I go through his stall into his paddock and find him lying there, thrashing around in the mud. This is bad. I run to the house and call the veterinarian, then go back, put his halter on, and make him get up. He’s sweating and keeps kicking at his belly.
I see Mom’s car come in the driveway, and a short while later, Dad and Jemmy come home too. They’re used to me being up at the barn with Wembly, so they don’t come out. I didn’t text Mom to tell her Wembly was sick, because I didn’t want to worry her when she was at work, but I should’ve brought my phone with me so I could text her now. Anyway, when Doctor Bennie’s truck drives in, Mom realizes there’s a problem and joins me at the barn.
Doctor Bennie takes Wembly’s temperature, then uses his stethoscope and listens to his heart, listens for gut sounds, and takes his pulse. He tells us Wembly’s problem is colic, and he’ll have to give him mineral oil.
He explains colic is caused by the intestines being blocked, either by an impaction or a twist in the intestine. If it’s an impaction, the mineral oil should move things along. If not, there is no hope for Wembly other than surgery.
The surgery is expensive, and then Wembly will need five or six months of stall rest. About half the horses that have the surgery, Doctor Bennie says, colic again. He tells us about Big Ben, who had colic surgery twice and finally died of colic. Of course, Big Ben was a World Champion, didn’t have sore feet, and was a lot younger than Wembly at least for the first two surgeries. He says even though Wembly isn’t a World Champion, his life is just as important as Big Ben’s but surgery isn’t a cure, and it’s not always the kindest thing to do.
He threads a length of rubber tubing through Wembly’s nostril into his stomach and pours