Puppy Love

Mocha

I woke up but not with the sun, it was still dark, but with the smell of bacon. Now I'm a sucker for bacon, well a sucker for meat but hey. I roll over and fall out of bed. My hand fumble for the light switch but missed, my hand sliping and my body falling onto the floor with a thump.

Moaning I role over onto my stomach, standing up I find the light switch. flicking it on, I looked around. The walls were chocolate brown and there was a window facing the east. The bed spread was camo and the bed was dark brown wood. There was a little desk that was made out of the same wood as the bed frame, the carpet was gray and the trim was white. Practicalty my dream room. there was posters of PBR, Rodeos and Dustin lynch. Photos of my on my first horse Rosy, my first camp draft ect. I loved this room. If I could I'd pack it up and move it back to my house in the city.

I hadn't been to my uncles farm since I was 7. I hate the city and the town or any place realy thats not the country. I've been itching to come out her for years but we couldn't because of mums new job. When she said I could come out here by my self I was thrilled.

I open my door and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. I could feel my hair in curls falling down to the middle of my back. God help all who have to witness my bed hair.

When I get to the kitchen everyone is sitting around the small kitchen table eating breakfast.

"Well good morning my little ray of sunshine," my uncle greeted me.

"Mornin'," I replyed, "so whats on the agenda for to day,"

"Well I've got this little filly over in the stable, newly broken and need someone to ride her," Joe responded.

I was speachless. my uncle was just giving me a horse. excitedly I left the table and ran up the stairs to my room. I hear my uncle laugh as I ran.

I made it to my room in record time. I walk over to my bag and pull out my wrangler Q-babys and a collared T. Leaving my hair out I pull my acubra on to my head and run out the door and down to the kitchen.

On my way to the front door my uncle inturupts my mission, "where do you think your going?"

"out to see the filly, where do think im going?" I replyed.

"I'll come," said Brooks getting out of his seet.

"Okay," I said as i skipped out the door, Brooks hot on my heals.

I push the big ameriacan style barn doors open and we're greeted with 15 or more whinies.

I let out an excited squeal, I hadnt seen horses in yonks. I greeted them all by name. then i came to a stall were I didnt recongnise the the mare.

Brooks came up behined me, resting his arm on the stall door. "This is the filly," hes said pointing at the horse.

Her coat was a soft liver chestnut with 4 white socks and a blaze down her for-head. My dream horse.

"Whats her breed?" I asked

"Pre bred Australian Stockhorse," was brooks reply. My eyes lit up.

"She got a name?"

when he replyed i realised how fitting the name was.

"Mocha,"

Authors note

hey sorry its short all the chapter in this story are going to have shortish chapters unless i have s big burst of insparation :P any ways give feed back plz