It was midnight and I was restless, so I got up. I slipped on my skinny jeans, my blue sweatshirt and my western boots. Zeke was waiting for me outside. I didn't know if any of the tack was burned.
I looked arounf a saw a english bridle on the fence. In about 5 minutes Zeke was tacked up and ready to go. We cantered throught the woods.
"Are you tired bud?" I asked Zeke. Of course he didn't replie. I smiled at him.
"Wait a second." I said as I saw somthing on the ground. As I got closer I saw it was a lighter, and afew feet away was an empty gas container.
"No way." I whispered to myself as Zeke followed me. There was a tissue in my pocket and grabbed the handle with it. In order to ride home I just neck reined Zeke back to the house.
The sun was rising and I needed to tell my parents. They needed to call the police. The police needed to find fingerprints on theese.
I put Zeke in the round pen and went into the house. The container was put on the kitchen table. I ckecked the clock and saw that it wasonly 1:00.
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A Stronger Friendship (UNDER REVISION)
General Fiction15 year old Hannah Peterson loved horses as a little girl, but after a bad fall she looses all of her confidence in riding her horse, Zeke. When the woods behind her house catch on fire the have to trust each other in order to stay safe. But who set...
