𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 1－ "𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭"

the story begins.
my name is rosemary Samantha Evans, but you can call me rose. i'm currently 14 years old and i have been riding for 11 years. i have had horses since a young age and my family are extremely wealthy, and they would like me to bring on the "legacy" of competing. don't get me wrong, i love riding.. but riding in competitions every week, getting up at 4am just to get my horses in the trailer all ready, travelling to different countries.. its all just so stressful.

when i was young, about, 6 years old- i was doing jumping on my pony sugar. sugar was an angel, but she was small and well my mother is... pushy. she wants me to be so great and i just feel like her expectations for me are sky high for a child. i was 6 years old and she wanted me to do my
first jumping competition at 80cm. i got all ready, warmed up my pony, and i was finally ready. i didn't really know what fear was at the time, but i was definitely petrified. my stomach felt like it was going through heavy turbulence! everyone was watching! sugar was a very reactive pony, and she picked up on my nerves. i cleared the first few jumps until there was a water jump. we had practised smaller water jumps, but nothing to this extreme. it was a slender spread, with a wide water jump below. sugar tanked up to the jump but she was nervous- so was i, and our striding messed up. everything that was in my head at that moment was.. "she's going down." a tear instantly fell from my small cheeks as i braced myself for what felt like an eternity of pain. sugars neck drooped low and she crashed into the jump, her face smashing head first into the ground as her entire body flipped and slammed my petite limbs into the ground. the last words i heard was my mother shrieking, and i woke up in the hospital.

since that day, i haven't been allowed to showjump. atleast sugar was alright, but i had broken my leg. as i mentioned before, my family has a legacy of dressage and showjumpers. it's tradition that at the age of 15 we shall choose what dicipline we want. showjumping, or dressage. everyone in the family got to do both diciplines before they turned 15, but mine felt.. diffrent.. i felt restricted. after all, i haven't been allowed to showjump since i was 6 years old, and my parent are kind of pushing the dressage on to me. anyways, with all that out the way, let's get into real time.

i felt abruptly woken by my mother screaming "get down here. i have news for you." "mum? its 6am?" get down here! it's important! we got a letter!"

𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠.(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 <𝟑 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭? 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫! ⇩