Communication

Communication

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"Guuuuh," Mic spits dumbly, mind racing. She's thought a lot about how she'll tell everyone about the partnership she and Taco had during the season, but that means in no way that she's actually ready to do it! Her hands grow clammy as she feels more eyes shift towards her the longer she stays quiet. Everyone is going to be mad at her! And where does she even start? She's not close with most of the other former contestants like she is with Soap or Knife, no way they'll be so gentle about all the crap she'd pulled before quitting! Ugh, but the longer she waits to just say something already, the worse it'll be. She gulps, opening her dry mouth to try and explain, only for Taco to beat her to it.
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"Now for the winners of the barrel racing competition. In first place. You know her as the horse that came and went with the wind. Who finished in the time of fourteen point three seconds. Bailey Holt! Come on out here, Bailey." The crowd claps and cheers as I enter the arena to claim my prize. The announcer is standing in the middle with a trophy and a wad of cash in his hand. He hands me the trophy and what seems like a hundred dollars, "Why don't you tell us your way of getting this horse to win," He hands me the mic and I gladly take it. "We really don't have a way of training. We just get out there and do it. We practice every day and just see how fast we can go," I hand the mic back and he turns to the stands. "From what I've seen, she could be the next Rodeo Queen." The crowd ripples with cheers and whistles and he turns to me," So. Are you gonna shoot for Rodeo Queen?" He asks putting the mic to my face. "Why not!" I say. He pulls the mic back down and dismisses me from the arena. Rodeo Queen. Not a bad idea. *IN VERY SLOW EDITING!!!! IF SOME MISTAKES ARE THERE I WROTE THIS STORY WHEN I WAS 10 YEARS OLD AND NOW OLDER I SEE THESE MISTAKES. SO PLEASE CALM DOWN XD* *Sequel now available ;) *

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