We're alone.

We're alone. (Draft)

I could feel the wind blowing through my thick blonde hair and pressing against my rosy cheeks as I rode prim down through the meadow by the farm, my sweet ocean blue eyes became to water as I jumped over each stack of hay.

I was practicing jumping for the grand horse show in October, it's seven months away, sounds like a long time away but it feels like its only a day away. The show is judging on our horses coat, health and colour, then we have dressage, show jumping and of course my favourite, cross country. My mother was Mrs grand horse for nine years in a row, I'm finally old enough to contribute in the show. I want to be just like mother, with the medals, trophies but mostly the fans that look up to me as an inspiration.

In the distance, I could see father pushing Melanie on the tire swing by the house. I could hear her cheerful laugh as father pushed her higher and higher.