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

the stables with Pip running after me. When I got there I was surprised to see Freya there with Blackie all saddled up. “Hey Freya!” I said. “Hi!” She said. “Ready to go?” “Not yet.” I replied. “I’ve still got to saddle up Pepper.”So I saddled up Pepper, clipped on my helmet and jumped on her back. “Ok.” I said. “Let’s go.”We went through Galley Wood, passed Rose Stream and on to a dirt path through Fern Forest. “Ahhhh, country air.” Freya said. “It smells like, well, country air!” We both laughed and Pip barked. “Hey Freya”, I said “Race you to Bullrout Barn”! We both started to trot, canter and then gallop. I would have beaten Freya, but Pepper stopped to do her business. Yuck! We rode back to my house and I stabled Pepper. “Bye Freya”! I waved and Freya waved back and then galloped off. I gave Pepper dinner and walked up to the kitchen. “Mum! I’m home!” I yelled. “I’m in the laundry honey!” my mum yelled back. I walked into the laundry and started telling my mum all about my trail ride. “So I saddled up Pepper and…Half an hour later…“I can see you’ve had a really fun time today” my mum said. “You must have ridden up an appetite with Pip. Guess what I made for dinner!” “What?” I said. “Roast chicken and salad! Your favourite!” said my mum. I tipped some meat into Pips bowl and he hungrily gobbled it up. I sat down at the table and started eating. Then I had a shower and went to bed. Ruff! I woke up to Pip barking. I looked at the clock. It said 12:00. Just then I heard Pepper stamping and whinnying. I ran to the window and saw two dark figures jumping into a truck with a float attached right in front of Pepper's paddock. I gasped.

 

Life can change in a moment. I didn't believe it until it happened to me. I woke up in the field, as I always have, next to my mothers black. The herd dispersed a few yards apart and my father watching over us at the top of the hill. I pull my legs underneath me and get to my feet. My dry mouth reminds me of why I got up, and I make my way to the other side of the field. The moment my lips touch the water a sharp pain grabs my skin and pulls it back. Suddenly I'm back in the woods, my small slender legs stretching as far as they can go, running as fast as possible, but I can't go fast enough, and soon the overwhelming breathes of wolves over come me. The pressure of teeth on my neck makes me scream, and then my fathers there kicking and biting, I hear the screams of the wolves as a hoof hits their chest. The release of pressure brings me back from the flash back. My brother stands next to me, his blue eyes gleaming and a tuft of my mane hanging from his mouth. "Texas! You know what that does to me!" I scream His small white nose twitches and he drops the hair from his mouth."Sorry, I can't seem to remember." He smiles. I hate it when he does it. He wasn't born yet when it happened, it was about eight months ago when i was attacked. Most of the herd won't talk to me for the fear that they will bring on the flash backs. The only horses that will are my mother, brother, sometimes my father, but I don't think he can really look at me because of the scar that runs from my eye all the way to my flank. I think it reminds him of how he wasn't watching and lost me. "You're so annoying, you know that?" I sayHe looks at me in his corky little way, where he flicks his brown tail and twitches his little nose. He pins his ears and tries to look mad at me. I laugh and walk away not bothering to look where he went. I walk into the woods, only I go in here. My father has never allowed anyone to go in here. Especially after the attack, but I go anyway, it's the only place where I can clear my head. I walk a few miles until I come to a soft patch of grass, a small creek runs threw the side, and a large oak tree sits to the far left. This is my place.

 

 

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Kaycee looked around at her new school. America was a lot different than Ireland. First off, the girls wore their hair in strange curves and curls, and squealed over them like they were a big deal. Kaycee's darkish red hair was straight. The boys shaved all of their hair but one thick line in the middle, making them look awkward. And another thing, the big cities and buildings. Ireland, at least the part where Kaycee lived, was peaceful, quiet, and almost always sunny. And, the best of all, she had all the room for a big, beautiful horse. Back in Ireland, she rode a beautiful paint breed called a Gypsy Vanner. It was her favorite breed - in fact, it was the only breed of horse she had ever ridden. She would visit a friend's farm almost every day and work for them, taking the Gypsies on their strolls and exercising them and her favorite, hitching her two favorite Gypsies up to a small little wooden chariot and drive them all through her town, waving hello to neighbors and stopping under the shade of trees to enjoy the beauty, and give the horses an apple or two.But those days seemed long gone now. An epidemic had spread through the stables, and many horses died, including Kaycee's favorite team of Gypsies and their prized horses. They went out of business, and the once beautiful stables, now, were covered in dust, signs that said 'Doneen Hills Gypsy Farm' were falling off, the sides of their once freshly white painted barn were scraped with mud, and the beautiful, lovely field had turned into a graveyard. Every day Kaycee would visit the graves of Clyde and Ace, her favorite team of Gypsies. The farm closing down made a big change in her life. She didn't want to do anything anymore, so she would just sit and stare out the window most of the time. That's when her parents declared that they all would move to America.Kaycee snapped from her memories when she realized what she was supposed to be doing. She quickly walked to where she was supposed to be going. Her first class. She plopped down in a seat between two curly-haired girls. They exchanged looks to each other, and they didn't look happy that Kaycee was between them. Kaycee looked around to see the teacher wasn't in yet. The two curly-haired girls crossed their arms, then one finally spoke. "Uhm, that spot was reserved. For Amanda." Kaycee looked around. "Oh. Sorry." She giggled, and got up, when she bumped into another girl. "Uhm, what are you doing in my seat? Move!" The girl pushed her away. She had black hair, also curly, was carrying a purse, wearing a pink skirt with violet leggings, violet blouse, with blue eyes. Kaycee was wearing a t-shirt and blue jean shorts, with her school materials and her dark-ish red straight hair, with her bright green eyes. "I said sorry." Kaycee sighed and plopped down in another empty spot. Maybe this one wasn't reserved. The whole class chatted, while Kaycee got out a sheet of paper and doodled two Gypsy Vanner horses, that looked like Clyde and Ace. She then sighed, and wished she could return to Ireland, to say one last goodbye. But here she was. A guy about her age, 14, walked up behind her and gave her a punch on the shoulder. "Hey, look, dude. We got a newbie." She turned around to look at him. He had that weird hairstyle most of the boys were wearing, and he looked like he never showered. And he smelled like sweat.Kaycee mumbled something, and went back to her drawing of Clyde and Ace. She had just finished Clyde when the boy took the drawing, crumbled it up, and tossed it to another guy. "Hey! Give that back!" Kaycee stood up. "You gotta catch it." One taunted. Another laughed and pointed. "What is wrong with your accent?" He made a joke out of it. They tossed her drawing back and forth until one finally threw it in the garbage. "Yeah, slam dunk." They walked to their seats, high-fiving. Kaycee sat there and sulked, her head in her hands when the crumbled up piece of paper was tossed back in front of her. She looked up to see a boy with a nice haircut, a nice smile, and bright blue eyes. She smiled back up at him, totally speechless. "Don't pay any attention to those guys. They'd sell their own mom for a grape." He laughed. Kaycee just nodded, with that same grin on her face. He walked off. Kaycee was left there, thinking, "Wow." She then snapped out of it, and went back to her Clyde and Ace drawing.Sorry if any part of this story is offensive to anyone who lives or comes from Ireland, I have no idea what it's like, I just heard a really pretty song from Ireland one day and I got an idea. If any part of this story is offensive, please do tell me.Also in the first picture (Kaycee), the photographer and person are unknown. In the second picture (Clyde and Ace), the photographer is Mark J. Barrett, I think. That's the photo credits.

 

"How much longer do I have to keep this up?” thought Cecelia, sitting on her faithful horse, Blaze. She was in a royal parade to show the common people that the royal family did care for them. And they did. The kingdom of Andria was a very happy kingdom, everyone had enough to eat, there had been no war for over 50 years, and every family had just enough money to live comfortably. Except, of course, the royal family, who lived luxuriously in a massive castle with 200 servants, 40 cooks, 50 chefs (Yes, cooks and chefs are two different things.) 30 stable boys, and other people who worked in the castle. All these workers were paid with land, food, protection, (Even though there had been no invasions and wars for over 50 years.) and some money by the good old King Basil, ruler of Andria. King Basil was married to Queen Wilhelmina, the wise, kind Queen who was originally from the kingdom of Zillabeth. They had 8 children, 6 daughters and 2 sons. The eldest was Prince Caleb, who was a younger version of his father Prince Caleb was 21 years old, and would inherit the kingdom someday. Then there was Primrose, whose name fitted her. She was very prim and proper, but she was as pretty and delicate as a rose. Then there was Hilda, who adored cats and kept five of them. And the triplets, Blythe, Bridget, and Cassandra, who all