high school adventures of an "edgelord"

We All Know Now

I wake up to my horse alarm clock waiting for me to slam the "snooze" button. Groggily, I get dressed in jeans and a baby blue polo shirt and head downstairs to the kitchen. I did a little happy dance because my mother made me pancakes. I gobbled them up and felt my phone buzz, curious, I looked at the screen and was like, "Oh, Cheerio and the mare have a doctor's appointment today. Duh."

My mother looked at me and said, "Better head down to the barn and get them ready, and hurry. Mrs. Robin said she'd be here by 4:30."

I glanced down at my phone and muttered, "Crap, I have to ride Cheerio this morning." The mare was legally mine because, no one replied to the "found horse" post. Last night, I thought of good horse names for blue roan horses when Moon finally came to me. My parents said that they would get to chose the show name for Moon and they finally settled on Cold Mountain. Peeking in the stable doors then, walking to check on Moon to make sure she was okay, especially after last night. Moon was facing the back stall wall and heard my footsteps and turned around to face me, her cute little face just killed me every time I saw it. She seemed out of sorts and I didn't know why. Then, I realized that she looked a tad bigger in the stomach area than last night. My baby girl must've been starving to eat that much, in the tack room, I grabbed my helmet, grooming bag, and some apple and carrot treats. I groomed both of them, grabbed Cheerio's tack and mounted up and got to work

After we got done with exercising, I cooled Cheerio off and untacked her and slightly groomed her, I glanced at my phone and saw it was 3:30. Inside of my house felt amazing, the A.C. was on high and I had just finished eating lunch, I ran down to the barn and poured some oats and ice-cold water in their troughs. The horses were eating and I heard the sound of wheels on gravel, the sound I've heard so many times before. Mrs. Robin waved, grabbed her equipment and walked over to us at a brisk pace. I let her inside and we walked down to the babies stalls, "How's Cheerio and-" she inquired, motioning towards Moon.

I replied, "Her name is Moon, speaking of Moon, she has been acting strange ever since she became mine."

She looked at me sideways and said , "How has she been acting?" We had stopped walking and stopped at Moon's stall.

I told her, "She acts panicked or like nervous, she's been doing this for about a week now. These actions seem familiar, but I couldn't remember for what."

Mrs. Robin nodded her head slowly, "Hmm, those seem like symptoms for something, but I won't say for what until I check on her. Okay?"

I nodded my head and said, "Yes ma'am." I watched her look at Moon, change her bandage, and listen to her heart. I had so many thoughts running through my head like, "I hope she's not sick," Or, "Does she have colic and I not know?" I was excited and scared to see what Mrs.Robin would say.

She finished changing her bandage and said, "I have suspicions, I'll be right back." Mrs.Robin walked at a brisk pace back to her truck and grabbed a white machine and walked back towards us. My brain was wondering what the machine was, I turned and started petting Moon's soft velvety nose, preparing us mentally for what was about to come.

Mrs. Robin said, "Melanie sweetheart, can you please open the stall door for me so I can go inside?" I removed my hand from Moon's muzzle and unlatched the door and it swung open, allowing access to Moon. Praying and hoping were what I was doing as Mrs.Robin plugged the machine in and fired it up. She reached over and grabbed a jar of clear gel and applied it to Moon's belly.

I soon realized and thought, "OMG! That machine gives ultrasounds! Now everything is making total sense. I really hope she's pregnant!!" Mrs.Robin held the x-ray stick against Moon's belly and said on the count of three she would pull up the image.

"3, 2, 1," The screen was on, the light illuminated our faces and I had to try my absolute hardest not to squeal and spook the horses.