Claimed, she's beautiful!!! I'll start writing now.
Name: Freya's Hope(Freya)
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Finding Freya
I sighed as I sat in the passengers seat of my dads blue pickup truck. He had promised we would leave for the ranch soon. A new batch of wild horses and been rounded up just a few days ago and my dad was looking to buy a few of them.
When he finally came running out of the door, I grunted and glared at him with my
what took you so long eyes. He only smiled as he hurried to the drivers door and got inside.
"Sorry about that sweetie, I needed to grab some papers. They keep disappearing," he told me as he turned the key and started the car.
"I thought you had it all planned by now. You did say you were the best at it," I said, still looking out the window. The field the car was parked at seemed to glitter with morning dew. "Well, that's only on some days." The truck began rolling down the gravel road. I stayed quite, hiding the smile that was creeping up my face.
"Hey Sarah," he finally said after a while of driving.
"Hmm?"
"Have you decided which horse you want to train?" I looked up at him and gave him the largest huge I could possibly give, pulling away before he could loose control of the car. "I always loved chestnut horses. You should know that." "Than that's what I'll get you. Happy 14th birthday," he said and continued driving. I looked out the window again, watching the fields of wheat and livestock go by. The car took a sharp right and pulled up into a free parking spot. I jumped out and ran over to the entrance of the fair while my dad walked behind me.
There were so many things to see. Rabbit and guinea pig displays, sheep and duck herding, and the mouthwatering smell of pies, donuts, and other pastries. But I wasn't stopping for those until I had chosen my horse to train. The wild horse ring was at the edge of the fair and had many people surrounding it, shouting out numbers and laughing.
"I need to go talk to someone on the horses I'm buying, why don't you go over there and find a horse you like," he told me. I nodded and hugged him before heading over to the ring. It was hard to push through the crowd to look at the animals, but I managed it.
Its quite the variety, I thought as I watched the many horses gallop around the ring. Most of them seemed healthy, just a bit spooked. But some of them seemed thin and sickly. One that caught my eye was a thin mare in the back with scratches all over her. "That's the one I want," I said to myself.
"So, I have the papers all signed. Now which is the one you want?" Father said, squinting his eyes to get a look at the horses as they ran by.
"That's one," I said with a smile, pointing at the liver chestnut horse at the other end of the ring. He nodded and went to get the papers that belonged to that horses number. When he came back, he wore a concerned expression on his face and was shaking his head. "You're sure this is the one you want?" He asked again. I nodded. "Why wouldn't it be?" I asked. He shrugged. "Well, it says here that that mare has trouble keeping on weight. It could be because of a disease." I frowned and looked down at my feet. "But it is your birthday, an since this horse really needs attention, I'll help out." I smiled again and gave him a hug, before letting him go to the gate. He handed over the papers and waited for his horses to be called out.
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