Hooves Leading to a Dancing Destiny

okay so this is my first try... I'm so excited !!! :D... but nervous... !! so please let me know what you think of this!! would be much appreciated!! am trying my hardest with this and if there is some positive stuff going on I'll continue ;) so let me know pleeeaaaseee!!! This is just an introduction though about the main character, Samantha. next chapter would be where things get started ;D.   (video would be showing what the samba looks like :) )

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"sigh...". It is school holiday and I guess I should be thrilled, and I am, but this is boring... I am siting in the sun on the ground with my puppy chewing on a leaf. There is things I could go do that would be so much more fun! Now I am stuck home and the only thing I can do is dream about horses and those beautiful dresses the girls wear at the Black Pool Competition. See, all my life is about is horses, ballroom and latin American dance, my friends.... and I should probably add horses again... Being 16 years old a lot of girls would add fashion and hot guys... well I would rather have my horse riding before I had any guy, and the only fashion I am interested in is the breeches and new riding hats and boots. And of course saddles, bridles and anything else horsey. Of course I am also interested in those beautiful dresses that the girls dance in...

 

With nothing else to do I start thinking about how my life had changed. I have always been that weird girl in school, and was always with the weird friends. I wouldn't go to parties and don't say gross to a bit of manure - it is just digested stinking food after all. And of course there would be my secret.. but I don't want to think about that before I start going depressed again. Of course there is also the fact that I never see the newest movies, don't listen to the music all the others listen to, and don't plaster myself with make up permanently. oh and I am way not into the fashion wear. So that all add up to not being one of the popular girls, but rather a horse crazy weirdo girl... the way I prefer it to be. Currently being 15, turning 16 in October, I have been riding horses for 2 years as well as dancing for two years. It could have been 5 years of riding, but unfortunately my mom is over protective. But I begged and begged until we talked to a lady close to us. She said she doesn't give lessons really but she can take me out and teach me how to ride!!! so exciting! Let me start there with how my life changed...

 

Well I guess I was a bit moody... Always fighting with my mom. I was 13 and I had my first best guy friend, Anthony. He was the first guy I shared my secret with... He had been a shoulder for me to lean on and a fill in for where my one brother lacked in being brotherly. At some times I really thought I was inlove with him. I still wonder if I am because I miss him so much. We shared all our thoughts and secrets but we only had one year to be that close. He was busy with his last year of school, and when the end of the year came, he had to leave. I cried so much, but later I accepted it all. At the start of the year, we still lived on the small holding, and next to our yard was 3 horses. A friesan gelding named Sultan, a small grey mare named Donsie, and a bay skewbald pinto colt who was my favourite. He was only 2 and a half years old, but already backed. His name was Mojo. He was a bit naughty, biting just for fun which was quite funny. I spent every afternoon after school with him and I loved him so much. In the end though, my parents decided to move into town, and I had to leave my dearest Mojo behind. At that time I started riding. My instructor had 5 horses. One was a welsh pony of about 32 years old, named Billy Bob, but he was later given away as he was too old to be ridden. Next was another pony, a cross breed with the name Billy. I had started riding on him, and only rode him for about 4 times, as I then already started with a  canter and it was time to move on to the new comer, and American Quarter horse. He was a palomino and his name was Bismark. I often still ride him, and I started jumping him when I only rode for 2 months. I also had my first 2 falls from him. Then it is JJ, a 16hh Boer pony with a bit of friesan. I currently ride him and he is an amazing jumper although we have our few hiccups. Then it is my instructor's horse, Irish, a thoroughbred and a true grey beauty. He was amazing but had to be given away as he injured himself and could not breathe properly and it would have been cruel keeping him and working him as he was a show jumper. So currently there is 3 horses. I also ride a few other people's horses and ponies and school some.

 

Well here I am at home with nothing to do... I end up practicing my Samba and waltz technique. I start with waltz, with my stance, slightly bending my knees and moving my head to the side, trying to look as graceful as the dancers in films. I take my upper body to the other side, as we are busy working with patching in the waltz. I try pushing my pelvis out like my instructor showed me, stretching - until I collapse of not being able to without a partner. once again I sigh and dream about this Saturday, hoping that JJ would once again be good with me when I ride him.