The Abused

The Stable

After trotting on the narrow path for a while, the trees began to thin out and the lake came into view.  I dismounted Missy and I removed her saddle putting it on a low hanging sturdy branch. I tied the reins to the same branch. She stood there happily ducking down to graze every so often.

I strolled over to the lake and sat on my rock. I studied the ducks swimming there, how graceful they are.  I sit mesmerised by the atmosphere around me. I check my phone and see it is nearing 4 o'clock. I had lost track of time when I was there.

Missy looks up at me as I put the reins over her head again. I put the saddle on her back and tighten the girth and head for home.

I give Missy a groom and a carrot when we get back. Dad was working with a horse we got a few days back. It was a chestnut gelding with 4 white socks and a white blaze, named Ember. He had beautiful gaits. He was being lunged with a training bridle and saddle on and he was doing perfectly. He won't be staying here long.

I check the stable to see if all the horses have feed, hay and water, and I fill up any one that are empty. I go into Mitch's stall, he is a big brown horse. He has knocked over his water again. He has been with us for 3 weeks. Someone is coming tomorrow to try him out. The only thing stopping all the people who came to see him from buying him is that he is very clumsy. Hopefully the person coming to test him doesn't want to compete with him otherwise it will be another no.

I walk towards the house and kick off my boots at the back door then carry them upstairs and put them in my box in my room. I jog downstairs and see what we have in the cupboards. I find a pot of instant couscous, vegetable flavour, my personal favourite.  I boil the kettle and make myself a cup of hot chocolate before making the couscous. Once its ready I sit at the table and eat up.

I think about what would happen if I trained a horse that dad couldn't, and bonded with it, maybe then dad would let me keep it. Then I would be able to jump bigger jumps instead of small ones with horses in training.

I also think about how glad I am that I left school in 4th year, I left with good grades and I didn't want to study any longer than I needed to. Before I knew it time had flew by and Dad came in and told me we were going to the local pub for dinner. I ran upstairs put on a pair of black jeans, and a nice purple shirt, I put on my cheap converse look alikes. I sprayed my hair with dry shampoo and made sure my parting was perfect. We left at 7 and came back at 8. Dad checked over all the horses and I went to my room,I read a book for an 40 minutes or so then checked all my social media. By this time it was about 9:45 so I decided it was lights out.