by DELETE THIS ACC. » Sat Apr 21, 2012 7:56 pm
Heather looked up through her hair at the stage and stood slowly on her toes as the over dress women walked over to the glass bowl and shoved her hand in. She slow drew her hand out watching all the girls with a greedy smile and opened the envelope.
'Heather Swan!'
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Heather froze as her name was called out of the bowl and looked frantically from side to side at the other girls in her row. They all had their face locked on her with pity, yet none of them would fill the 12 year old's place. Slowly she took miniature steps towards the stage. She could feel a peace keeper gently pushing her back with his guarded hand and blocking her from running. There no need though as she had no intention to run. She had been called and there was no escaping the fact. Reaching the stage the girl looked up with wide eyes before looking back to where her mother and 3 sisters stood and climbed the stairs.
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⊰ Somewhere behind the rider you've вᴇcoмᴇ,
the hours of ᴘᴙʌcтɪcᴇ you've put in, the coaches that have ᴘυsнᴇᴅ yoυ,
the fences you've нɪт, the bones you've вᴙoκᴇɴ, the hard falls you've тʌκᴇɴ,
the loɴɢ ᴅɪsтʌɴcᴇ , the sнoᴙт ᴅɪsтʌɴcᴇ, the cнɪᴘ, the sтᴙɪᴅᴇs,
the ᴇqυɪтʌтɪoɴ, the sᴡᴇʌт, the тᴇʌᴙs, the вlooᴅ and the вlɪsтᴇᴙs,
the ᴙɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ jᴇʌɴs, the ᴡool jʌcκᴇтs on 100 degree sυммᴇᴙ ᴅʌys,
the lʌмᴇ horse, the cᴙʌzy horse, the "ʌᴙᴇ yoυ sᴇᴙɪoυs?" horse, and ᴇvᴇᴙyтнɪɴɢ in between...
soмᴇᴡнᴇᴙᴇ behind all this is the little girl who fᴇll ɪɴ lovᴇ with the нoᴙsᴇ,
the sᴘoᴙт, the ɪᴅᴇʌ and ɴᴇvᴇᴙ looκᴇᴅ вʌcκ. ⊱
⊰ I ride for her. ⊱