Rachel is a mounted archer, meaning archery on horseback. Specialising in a Hungarian course where there are three targets instead off one and a Turkish course where the target is high above the ground. She is the world champion at her sport. Peopl...
Ugh, i hate waking up in the morning. Rolling over to turn my nuance of a phone alarm off. It's four in the morning. I have to fly to America to visit or live with whatever you want to call it, my ant Lizzy. I love my ant Lizzy, she's a gentle soul, always supporting me in what i do. The reason i'm moving is because Lizzy has a friend called Mick who owns a ranch. She asked if i could use a stretch off land for my Mounted Archery. I did't know about it till my twenty first birthday as a surprise from her. You see i don't have any fancy archery courses to run on so this is a big help for me to train for the next world champion ship. I won by the skin off my teeth the last time round, but this world champion ship i'm going to blow everyone out off the water by how good i'v gotten.
My friend Luke's parent'ts are driving us the air port, because my parent's are't around to do so. I don't really want to talk about it. My horse Chuck has already arrived. Lizzy rang yesterday to say that he is safe and sound.
Once we made it to the air port me and Luke take are luggage out. Because it's a long flight from Ireland to America we can't bring big bags which sucks. Luke got an internship at the same ranch, thanks to ant Lizzy. The woman who can make almost any dream come true, that is, if it's reasonable off course.
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''God, i hate sitting around.'' ''Same hear,'' Luke commented, sitting in the uncomfortable chair with his arms folded and eyes closed. You would think he was asleep, but he's not.
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Finally sitting on the airplane. Almost ready to take off. I hate taking off in airplane's , my ears always pop. Luke was never bothered by it. You could put Luke in a room with people who have no clue how to play Violins, making them screech loudly, causing everyone to cringe, and he would still stay asleep.
Finally we were in the air. I almost went through a packet off chewing gum to try and ease the take off, but off course it did't help. Luke was snoring beside me. Honestly i don't know how he does it. Why did God give Luke the gift of heavy sleeping and not me?
