life of a horse by kindy mined, caley paters, paterson lalaburty, mycayla lee (reading like a writer txt) 📕

The sun was rising over the horizon. The beautiful orange was breaking the skyline. I stared out of the window and saw this. It made me realise that today was the day. The day I would get in the prestigious riding academy that everyone had dreamed of. I was with 2 other girls and their horses. My best friend Emily Horthwen with her beautiful paint stallion Joker. And the other a posh rich girl named Sophie Kellison and her charming black mare Lollipop also known as Poopy. I was with my chestnut mare Magnetics but everyone just calls her Mags. “Nearly there girls, about 5 more minutes” Rachel Douglas, our instructor yawned. We were all tired but we were all prepared to do the long journey. These were the auditions to get into the prestigious riding academy in Buckinghamshire. Every Olympian had trained there and had got a medal. Places were limited as well. Today was the trials for the eventers. This is what me and Mags had trained for.We finally pulled into the driveway. The sun was finally up and there was at least 10 vans already here. We were competing as individuals but we was competing as part of the stables team. Me, Sophie and Emily was all in the top team back at Blue Wood Stables. Everyone jumped out of the van and immediately Sophie started moaning.“Why this early in the morning! I need my sleep!” Sophie exclaimed. “Oh stop moaning and unload Poppy, now would be nice!” Rachel replied, struggling to open the back door. I ran over to help her. The door landed on the ground with a slam. All the horses head jumped and looked startled. I ran up to comfort Mag’s. “It’s fine… We’ll be fine,” I whispered.

"wake up! Bright and early girls!" my mom said. It was 5:00 and it was very bright for that time. Me and my sister Jessie McLee had a show today. I woke up to the smell of grazing live stock. I always get that side of the house, I mean always, cities, suburbs, mansions, you name it. But when its livestock I don't mind. "Ughhhh" Jessie groaned putting her pillow over her head. I ran into her room and yelled "showtime" and ran back to my room and but my breeches on. We don't need to leave until 7:30 but we still have work to do. I put on my boots (both for show and riding) and left on my pajama shirt. I pulled my hair back into a pony-tail and grabbed my tack and headed out. One I got to the stables I dropped the halter and lead. I put my saddle and bridle on their pegs and hung up the halter and lead. I grabbed my grooming kit and set it by my treat/tack box and got the halter and lead.I heard footsteps so I assumed it was Jessie. But it wasn't it was Luke. "Luke go away." I said rolling my eyes at him. "what? I cant get my tack?" he said leaning against the wall. Luke's always on our property so my parents re built the stable and made it bigger so he has a stall for Petra. "well, you can but don't lean on the wall, there's spider eggs above your head and they'll fall" I joked and waled out to go get storm. I opened the gate the led out to the pasture and walked in and closed it. I walked over to storm, who was rolling. "easy boy don't roll on to me" I giggled. He stood up and rubbed his head on me and I stepped back. "OK, storm enough" I said while putting on his halter. When I headed out the gate Luke walked in to get Petra. When I got into the stall, I groomed him and picked him and put on my tack and lead him out to the arena.

"Clear!" The judge's voice rang out across the arena. Bridgett McAmmon and her mount, Surefoot, had done it- they had won the Louistan Equestrian Finals! They took the final gallop around the arena before exiting to the stabling area. "You were great!" Susie Illeto, Bridgett's best friend, commended her. "I know, right? On to the San Hito Show Jumping Finals!" Bridgett said triumphantly. Her sister, Kate, came over and congratulated Bridgett as well. "Do you know what this means for you, Bridgett? If you win your next finals, then you'll be allowed to compete-internationally!" "I know, I know. It's so amazing isn't it?" Bridgett agreed. "I just hope that I can win the next finals." "Oh, come on, Bridgett! Of course you'll win. You have the best horse in the country!" Kate encouraged her sister. "But what if I lose..." she trailed off. "You won't." She lightly hopped out of the saddle and onto the soft ground. After she handed the reigns to Ricky Aspich, the groom for Peenswich Riding Academy, John Dotscin motioned her to come over to his side. Bridgett's tall eighteen-year-old figure ambled proudly toward Peenswich's owner and manager. "Yes, Mister Dotscin?" She reported. "I have to admit, Bridgett, but that was some mighty good jumping you did out there. You've improved drastically since you came to the riding academy five months ago." Mister Dotscin applauded. "Thanks. I couldn't have done it without you and...well-everybody!" "I have to go now. I'll see you later, Bridgett, and don't forget tomorrow's lesson." He reminded her, as he jogged toward the stabling area. "Time to go, Bridgett!" Kate called, taking hold of Surefoot's reins. "I'll load Surefoot into the trailer;you get into the car. And see you at home!" As she watched Kate's figure disappear towards the loading area, the last few moments of the competition replayed in her memory.

Thunder cracked outside. Rain pounded on the windowsill like impatient fingers tapping on a desk. I closed my eyes as lightning flashed outside, and I could see the bright light through my eyelids. All the horses were in their stalls, and so I gazed out onto empty fields. I grew up with horses, on Lakewood Stables. It's right by the lake, hence the name, so you can look over wherever you are and see the glistening waters. But right now there's no horses grazing out in the green fields, no riders jumping or practicing dressage in the arena, and no pretty glistening lake with the sun shining right on it. Just the wind and rain. Then I spotted something in the farthest pasture, a shadow, but I couldn't quite make it out. I guess it's just an illusion. I squinted at it, waiting for another bolt of lightning to see it, and Bang! Lightning, quick and nimble, hit the ground in the distance. I saw briefly a young filly, alone and frightened. I blinked a few times, but she was still there. A sliver of moonlight managed to shine down through the wind and rain touched her ebony coat, making it glimmer. She tossed her mane, shaking raindrops onto the ground. But how could she be here? She wasn’t ours. I had never seen this filly before. She looked old enough to be without her mother, but she was still reasonably young. I could tell she was a wild thing, but her gentle eyes were full of terror. I squinted at her, all alone in the storm. The town was maybe three miles from here, and we didn’t have any neighbors. It was unlikely she wandered from another ranch to ours. I wasn’t sure what to do. I couldn't just leave her, all alone. I got up and reached for the door, deciding that I'll go get her, and just provide shelter for her for a few days. That won't hurt, would it? So I headed for my parent's room to wake them up, but stopped myself. What would they say? Would they help me with the filly? I mean, of course they would if they said yes, but I knew they would say no. And besides, it was late, so maybe I could just get her myself... I tip-toed down the stairs carefully. Our house was very old, almost 100 years. Sure, it had been fixed up many times, but that didn't mean it didn't creak. Even with the storm outside, I didn't want to risk getting caught sneaking out. I headed for the door right at the bottom of the stairs, grabbed my coat and slipped my rain-boots on. A rush of wind and rain blew the door out of my hands when I opened the it. I stepped through it and headed for where I saw the filly. My boots squished in the mud, leaving deep tracks. I stepped past the barn full of sleepy horses, and could still see the filly at the farthest point in the pasture. As I got closer, I saw that we had left the gate to the pasture open. So that was how she got in. I prayed she wouldn't flee back through when she saw me. I slowed down as I came closer, until I was practically standing still. Only about 10 feet away now... "Here girl," I whispered, again and again. I didn't think she would hear me, but her ears pricked towards me. She looked at me questioningly. She was older than I thought, maybe about 2, and had a little white star on her forehead. Her coat was dripping wet, but even so, she was truly a beautiful filly. My mind was racing now. She was looking right at me, unmoving. Then I realized I forgot a lead rope! How was I supposed to get her to the barn now? But maybe if I could just call her over, she would follow me... I was about to open my mouth to whisper to her, but suddenly there was a bright, blinding flash. I felt heat wash over me as though someone had lit a fire around me then immediately put it out. All I could see was white, and the black figure of the filly, like a phantom drifting over me.Thanks for reading! Please say if you thought I wrote too much so I