Chapter 1

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After spending three days in the hospital, I'm finally going home. I sit in the back seat of our car and pat my great Dane, Alice. I've had her for a long time and she is my favorite pet out of my cat (Quill) and my German Shepard (Henry.)


"So are you excited to be able to see the horses again, Nora?" My dad asks. I sigh.


"I guess so."


I'm really terrified to see the horses. To take my thoughts off of the subject, I look out the window to see miles of green pastures. The summer sun glistens on the wet grass, making the view even more beautiful.


Very soon, we're pulling into the equestrian center, my home. I hop out of the car and go to my room. I don't even want to look at the horses. I can't ride for a month, which I find good, because after that time, I might have regained my confidence by then.


Alice follows me up to my room and sits with me on the bed. I don't know if I even want to ride again, but if I don't, my whole life will change. My room filled with riding clothes, riding magazines and horse pictures, all gone.


This may be the hardest choice I will ever have to make. Suddenly, I hear yelling and terrified whinnies outside. I go over to my window to see a bay horse rearing and fighting the people holding him.


"Your father thought that that horse could have potential." my mom says from behind me. I jump, not knowing she was there.


"Why would he think that?" I ask. Mom shrugs.


"He also thought that it would be a good project horse for you." She says, before leaving. I sigh. Why is my dad always so pushy? I couldn't deal with Ace, how can I deal with this horse?


What if the same thing happens?


-------------2 Week Later------------


It's almost fall and getting colder. I'm now starting to do jobs around the barn. I'm now feeding and blanketing horses. While feeding tonight, I go over to the pastures to watch the horses. As scared as I am of them now, they do calm me.


I look over at the new horse (who I named Conway) start to canter toward the 5' fence. I expect him to turn and run away, but instead he jumps it. I gasp and run over the where we keep the halters.


I grab his and chase after him. I get nervous when he canters toward the road. I begin to run faster. Finally, I find him across the road, eating grass. I halter him and bring him back. Dad comes running towards me.


"What happened?" he asks.


"Conway jumped the fence." I reply. His expression turns cheery and he lets a chuckle escape his lips. I look at him with a questioning expression.


"That's a five foot fence." He starts, "Looks like we have a real jumper."

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