*flashback*
Boom, boom, boom, I can hear the pounding of my heart as Brando and I race through the trees, crowds cheering, wind blowing, and rain stinging my face as we gallop through the course.
*end of flashback*
"Emily!" I heard my fathers stern voice outside
"Coming!" I yelled and ran out to meet him in front of the truck
"We are leaving now, are you packed?" he questioned
"Yeah I'll go get my stuff" I grumbled and slumped away. you see, my mom thought it would be a good idea to get me back into riding again, so she is sending me away for six months to a stable all the way in Bella Coola BC. (A/N any fellow Bella coolians here???)
It's not like I didn't still love horses, I just felt so guilty about what happened to Brando, my beloved Appendix gelding, with a beautiful palomino coat and a thick blaze down his forehead, he was my baby, I loved him so much. but he broke his leg, and it couldn't be fixed. so I have never ridden since then, and I don't want to. But at the same time, I crave the adrenaline that rushes through my veins as my partener and I weave in and out of the trees with ease.
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Learning to fly
RandomEmily hasn't ridden for two years since her accident, she was in the qualifiers for the Olympics cross country event, one thing led to another, she hasn't ridden since. Join Emily on a journey of trust, love, speed, and Definetly, lots of bitches ge...
