okay, so here is my newest idea for a fanfiction! I have some great ideas on where this story can go, so I'd love to hear some feedback on what everyone thinks of this idea! If you like it let me know! If you hate it, tell me! I'd love to hear all your thoughts! I'll have another chapter up in the next two days if I get some feedback that you guys like this idea! Love you all- KG

Stef and Lena walk into the psychologists office, dragging Callie in tow. Callie completely hated her psychology appointments, they made her feel awkward and uncomfortable. She hated talking about feelings. The brunette sighed as she got up when she heard her name called to head back to the office. She slowly trudged to the office door, dreading every minute of the next hour she'd have to endure with the wonderful Dr. Hawthorne. The teen shot a menacing look at Stef and Lena, who smiled out of pity and waved for her to continue into the room.

"Hello Callie! How are you today?" Dr. Hawthorne asked sincerely.

"Fine. How about YOU ? Everything all sunshine and rainbows?" Callie questioned sarcastically.

"I'm great, Callie, thank you for asking. So, you ready to get down to business? How've you been feeling lately with the family? I believe last week when you were here you said you felt as if you were.." The doctor paused, looking down at her notes, "An outsider, yes, I believe those were your exact words." Hawthorne stated as she glanced back up at Callie.

Callie glared at the woman and kept her lips sealed in spite. Dr. Hawthorne simply sat and waited, knowing how much the young brunette hated silence. Callie groaned and rolled her eyes, knowing she was about to give in and speak to get rid of the horrible silence settling in the room.

"Isn't there something else I can do besides these stupid psychology appointments? I hate these, theyre awkward and I dont think I've been benefitting from at all. There's no alternatives to this stupid, stuffy office?" Callie asked, frustrated.

Dr. Hawthorne sat there quietly for a second, analyzing the young girl before nodding, and walking over to her desk. Callie watched her curiously, and quirked her eyebrows when the woman walked back over and handed her a colorful brochure. Callie looked down at the paper, and then made a disbelieving noise as she read the title.

"Equine therapy? Is that even a real thing?" Callie questioned, confused.

Dr. Hawthorne chuckled at the girl's fiery attitude, "Yes, ofcourse it is real. It's a wonderful program my office just started a few weeks ago.I've been looking for some good candidates for our trial lessons, and I think you'd be a great addition to our group. If you chose to enroll, we'd assign you a horse who had been through a harmful or traumatic experience or living situation, much like all of our patients here. While working closely wih our horse trainers, you will learn how to work together with your horse. Studies have proven this to be a very effective therapy program for those who have suffered from traumatic experiences, or people with modified forms of PTSD. I think that you'd benefit more from that than our office visits here every week." the Doctor explained enthusiastically.

Callie stared at the doctor skeptically. She'd never even riden a horse, yet this new therapy idea sounded a lot more appealing than her current situation.

Callie nodded slowly, "Can I try it for a week or two? To see if I like it?" She asked hesitantly.

"Certainly! Let me just bring your foster Moms in here to explain our little plan!" Dr. Hawthorne replied as she winked at Callie.

Callie rolled her eyes again at her doctor's enthusiasm. Sometimes it was too much.

After hearing all that has to say, Stef and Lena reluctantly agreed to let Callie try it out. So that next week, Callie went to her first lesson, the first of five for that week.