None of us remember how good a family is until they are gone. I had to figure this out for myself when my herd was attacked. Nothing was left but a tiny filly with a butterscotch colored coat. I saw it all even though my mother had just given birth to me. Large wolves attacked everyone without warning and I couldn't do anything but lay still. Seventeen years I grew up with no one to care for me so I learned to care for myself. No one knew I survived and I kept it that way. Even if I was to be broken, I never let that happen. ∆∆∆∆∆ #461 in Werewolf category

When May's Crush asks her to be partners in a project in science, May is so excited! Then May gets a horse and she tries to balence her life out!

Shows the bond between a girl and her horse

**First Story! No hate!** Fifteen year old Alex Frasier has grown up around horses all her life. Her parents own a ranch where they give horseback riding lessons. Ever since her first lesson at the ranch, she has been best friends with Erin, a horse loving girl and a star on the volleyball team. Her life is perfect, until her grandma starts showing signs of Alzheimer's disease, and her parents decide to move to Florida. She decides to run away with her favorite horse, Misty, in the middle of the night hoping to prove a point to her parents to let her bring Misty with them down south. She plans to return the next day but when tragedy strikes, she has to depend on Misty to lead her home and protect her.

Horseback riding or just standing next to a horse makes me happy. It's my way of escape from school, dad, John. When I ride I don't think, no thoughts, no emotions. It's like your in a coma. Your body adjusts to the rhythm of the horse and that's that. When I'm riding the horses I hear the instructor, my sight is forward, my touch is focused on the reins. Which way to pull, how hard to hold them. My smell does not exist. I don't smell the Manure nor the sent of the horses. When I'm at school I focus about what needs to get done, what and who said things behind my back, the social criticism. At school I put on a smile, but inside I'm worried, anxious and scared. Everyday is a challenge, drone waking up in the morning to 2 am in the morning doing homework or having an emotional break down. In school I try to act as mature as the teachers. On the bus I listen to music but is still anxious. When I get home I see mom not smiling, I think " oh shit ".