I've started to get back into the groove of riding. I'm still riding Bentley and going over small jumps, but it's better that it was. I've decided that today I'm going to ride Ace a little bit. No jumping, but flatwork is better than him just sitting in his stall.
I walk outside and go to Aces stall, only to find it empty. I walk over to the arena and see him being ridden by Loren, one of the brattier girls at the riding center. I run inside to ask why Ace is being ridden by her. I find my mom sitting on the couch, reading a magazine, as per usual.
"Mom, why is Loren riding Ace?" I ask, my anger almost tangible. Mom looks up from her magazine with a questioning look.
"Your dad didn't tell you?" She asks me, "Ace was just sitting in his stall for a month so Loren offered to ride him. She's only taking lessons."
I almost laugh. "Just lessons?" Last time she ruined a horse she was taking, "Just lessons." Tears start to blur my vision, making everything look distorted. This is my fault. I left him there. I run up to my room so fast to the point where my legs burn.
Crashing onto my bed I cry into my pillow, letting the tears stain it. Ace was my horse. I took care of him since he was a yearling. I was the first one to ride him. The memories of us come flooding into my brain, then they stop. I stop crying. For a moment, everything stops.
I let him down. I was so full of myself that I forgot about him. I forgot that I loved to ride. Now the barn brat is going to drive him into the ground like her last horse. I can't stand that. I won't be able to live with that.
----------1 week later---------
I started riding Ace again. Things just don't feel quite as they used to be though. it's like our connection in strained. I feel like it's my fault. I take him over a 2'4" vertical then cool down. I then bring him into the barn.
"Come on, Ace." I say to him, "Why can't we work like we used to." I crosstie him and start to unsaddle when a voice startles me.
"You're too tense." the new stable hand says, "He can feel that so he's tense too." I look at him for a moment before I speak.
"Thanks." I reply, "You seem to know a lot, you should exercise out horses."
I shrugs then gets back to cleaning saddles. Why so mysterious?
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Unlimited Possibilities
Roman pour AdolescentsNora has ridden horses all of her life. Though there are many horses on her parents equestrian centre, she mostly rides a grey thoroughbred named Ace. Everything is perfect, until a terrible accident. She doesn't know if she will find the courage to...
