HALLOW IT HAS BEEN VERY LONG SINCE I HAVE BEEN ON AND I KNOW!
sorry about the spaz attack there... here's the story...
(and yes the chapter has the same title of the book...)
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The cold air stung my face as Natalie opened the door. The snow had gotten a lot deeper from the time we rolled up the driveway in the police car. I daintily stepped through the snow, falling into Natalie's tracks. By the time I got to the main barn, Nat had pulled off her very large coat and grabbed a purple halter from the hooks right next to the door.
The warmth of the barn soon filled me up as I went to put my coat on the bench. The rustic feel of the barn became cozy, with spiderwebs hanging in the corners, and the bare lightbulb, shining with all the enegry that it has.
"Over here!" Natalie called from about three stalls down, on the right side of the isle. She slid the heavy door open and went through to meet the horse. I quickly walked down the isle, passing two horses on the left and one other on the right. The one in the right stall, before the one Nat went into, looked very old. He was a dark brown with a star on his face that seemed to drip down to his nose. His head turned and watched me as I slid into the next stall.
When I walked in, Natalie had slipped the purple halter over the horses head and was fidgeting with the latch. The pony swung his head up to see his new visitor.
"Huckleberry, stop moving," she grumbled, pulling his head back down, "There, finally I got it on."
I faintly smiled at her, " He's really pretty," I looked at his face again to see a blue eye and a brown eye, "Why does he have two different colored eyes?" I asked.
"'Cause he's a paint horse," she replied happily, "See how the white patch goes over his blue eye, and how the chestnut colored patch goes over this one?" She asked me and I nodded, looking at the reddish patsh over the brown eye, "That's why," she paused, " Huckleberry used to be like you."
I jumped a bit at the very random statement, "What do you mean by that?" I asked curiously.
Natalie replied, "He was an orphan, his mom died when he was really little. That's why he came here, just like all these other horses."
"They're all orphans?" I asked Natalie.
"Oh, no that's not what I meant. All the horses that come here are problem horses. Like they've been abused, have behavioral problems, or fears. Huck used to have tons of behavioral problems" Natalie replied.
"Oh," I simply stated. "What kinds of problems do the other horses have?"
"Well, it would be easier to show you," Nat said starting out the door with Huckleberry following on his lead. Nat hooked him up on crossties in the middle of the isle,then we started at the stall next to Huckleberry's. There stood the sweet old horse.
"This is Jack," Natalie started, "He's going to be here forever because he's really old, he also used to be an abused horse but my dad fixed him up and they are like, the best of friends." She finished as we walked pass Huck's stall and we greeted another horse named Bella, who was a dun, or tanish colored horse,mare and a yearling filly named Icabob, that was in training.
As we walked across the isle towards the left side of the barn I could hear lots of rustling and then a bang against the stall. My heart jumped and so did my body.
Natalie must have saw me because she started talking, " It's ok, she's just a bit nervous, and scared," we walked up to the stall and I tried to calmly, peer into the darkness.
Two pillows of steam rolled downward out of the heaving nostrils of the horse. I looked into her black eyes that were scared, distressed, and hurt. My sypathy grew for the gray, speckled mare. I looked over her body, when my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and I saw lots of missing chunks of hair and red stains in her coat.
"What's her name?" I whishpered to Natalie.
"Her name's Rose," she paused, "Forever Rose."
And I knew from that moment, I could help this horse.
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lol i love putting little designs above my one-sided conversations. hoped u likey. It's kinda cheesy at the end. lol. Talk to you guys later when I have my next chapter up. Sorry it's kinda short I just had to end it there though.
Peace Out :D :P
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Forever Rose
Genç KurguThis story is about a young girl of thirteen who is tortured by the death of her parents who died in a car accident. Forced to live with strangers as a foster/orphan she realizes that horses might be the answer to helping her on her way back to reco...
