I'm your average 15 yet old teenage girl. Blonde hair that goes down to my waist, big and bright blue eyes, sort of athletic, and not very tall. Did I forget to mention that I'm a cowgirl? Yep, I think I did.
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"Laynee! Get your butt out of that bed and get ready for your show!" My mom yelled at me. I grumbled and slowly sat up and rubbed my tired eyes. I stood up and stumbled into my ensuite bathroom. I am not a morning person at all.
I looked at myself in the mirror and rubbed my eyes again. "You are definitely in need of a shower my friend." I said to myself. I brushed out my long, thick hair and got undressed. When I finally jumped into the shower, I realized what my mom had said when she woke me up.
I have a rodeo competition today!
I then got really excited and that sure as heck woke me right up! I finished washing myself and got out of the shower as fast as I could. I got dressed in my wrangler jeans, my western long sleeved shirt, my extremely sparkly belt, and my square toed western riding boots. Gosh, I sure love being all rodeoed up!!
I ran down stairs and grabbed what ever my mom had sitting on the table for breakfast. "I see you're excited." My mom said. "Yup. Where's dad?" I asked her. "He's going to try to make it down to the arena after work. Hopefully he won't miss seeing you!" She replied.
My dad is a truck driver so he is gone all the time. He usually gets home late at night but this time he left early so he could be home soon enough to see me. I am so excited for him to come because he has only seen like two of my competitions from when I was little and I have had countless rodeos since then. So I guess you could say I was pretty good with my horse.
"Laynee, go out to the barn and get Titan ready." My mom said to me as I was putting on my jacket. Early mornings here in northern Wyoming are a little cool in spring time. "I was already on it." I smiled to my mom as I walked out the door.
Titan is my 6 year old quarter horse. He's black as night and has a mane that goes to his shoulder. He is by far one if the most beautiful horses I've ever seen.
"Mr. Titan!" I called out to him. He is turned out twenty four seven and has a little run in shelter for those stormy days. He doesn't seem to mind it though. I grabbed the hater and lead rope off the hook and walked over to the gate. I opened the gate and quickly closed it behind me as the Shetland pony, Snickers, likes to get out if its left open.
