Post by Lúthien Elensar on Nov 21, 2006 0:50:48 GMT
Here is my book, it isnt done. It is about horses and teenager struggles. It takes place in a littlw made up town I call Littleton. it is supposed to lie just five miles or so out of Bozeman.
Mandy
My best friend is dead. Jessica Smith was engraved on the granite rock in Littleton cemetery. I sit here, staring. A single tear dripped down my cheek. Beside me, Jess’s dog Sunkist, whimpered and pawed at the stone. She looked at me with those big brown eyes. My brown hair waved in the wind as I lay a single white rose at the foot of her grave.
My story is sad to tell, and it begins in 2502 Hawthorn Lane. We were in the barn. We being Callie, Jessica, Mallory, and I. We were having our last barn sleep over of the summer, and in just two days we would all be off to separate schools. Callie went to a private school in Billings. Jessica went to military school in Bozeman. Mallory was going to London, England to live with her grandma and was attending a high school there. And I, Mandy Johnson, stayed here in boring old Littleton. Littleton is a small country based town about five miles out of Bozeman. My family and I live on a small three-acre piece of land just beside the old abandoned church. We also lived by an old abandoned bridge that lies across the Littleton River. The Littleton River emptied into Littleton Lake. Our little barn faces it so that the cold currant winds blew into it. Which brings us back to the sleep over. Jessie was sitting on top of some bales of hay, talking 100 miles an hour about the horse show tomorrow that all of us were entered in. I was entered in the jumping competition with Jess. Callie rode Western and had entered the barrel-racing competition. Mallory did Dressage and was entered in that event. We were all so very excited. So excited that my ma had to come from the house just to tell us to shut up. I was embarrassed, so I took everyone into the stalls where our beautiful horses lay. My horse was a palomino mare named Star. Jess owned a strong bay thoroughbred gelding named Brego. (After the famous Lord of the Rings horse!) Callie's quarter horse was a skewbald pinto with one blue eye and one brown eye. Her name was Hollywood. Mallory had a white Arabian gelding named SnowFire. He was a beautiful horse. Very regal.
“Jess, are you excited?” I asked.
“A little, but I am worried about Brego. I am not sure that He is fully recovered from his fall on Cleveland road. That pothole really hurt his leg.” Jessica explained.
“He’ll be fine.” Callie said. “Just look at him!” Brego was prancing around his stall like a little foal. We all laughed. I looked up at the clock on the wall. 1:42am.
“Uh oh! We’d better get to bed if we want to go riding tomorrow.” I said. Reluctantly, everyone curled up in their sleeping bags, and went to sleep.
I woke up to dog drool all over my face the next morning. Impatiently, I pushed my collie dog, Angel, away from me. I yawned and went over to Star’s stall. I took a carrot out of my pocket and clucked to her. Star pricked up her ears and walked over to me. I got out the grooming bucket and started grooming her. I looked over into the neighboring stall to find Brego and Jessica gone. “How does she do that?” I wondered aloud. I groomed and saddled Star and rode her out of the barn and into the arena. The jumps had already been set up and Jess was soaring over them. Her honey blonde hair swished around her freckled face. Her ice blue eyes stared hard in concentration at each and every jump as she flew through the air. What I wouldn’t give for such concentration and devotion to a sport.
“Hey Jess!” I called. She slowed her horse to a stop beside Star and me. “How is Brego today?”
“Being a snot, as usual,” she said, patting Brego’s neck. “He just doesn’t like going over the oxer jumps! He is always shying away from it. I don’t know why he hates them so much!” She dismounted Brego and patted him on the shoulder. “I think that I have worked him enough today. I am going to let him graze.” She clipped the lead shank onto Brego’s halter and led him out to the paddock. “Hey, why don’t you try going over some jumps.” Jessica said as she unlatched the paddock fence. I nodded to her. I urged Star into a trot. She juggled her pace a while before finding her balance, her golden coat gleaming. Her ears pricked high to the sky as I directed her towards the first jump. It was an easy oxer jump, and Star cleared it with apparant ease. She snorted and whinnied happily, giving a little kick of joy. I couldn't help but smile as she flew over each jump, landing gracefully at the finish. jessie was at the fence, a stopwatch in hand. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "56 seconds!" she leapt over the fence to show me the silver inlaid watch. 'Wow." I mimicked. I patted Star in her neck. 'You deserve to go trail riding!" i said. I hopped off of the saddle, driving up the stirrups. "Hey Jess, could you go and see if Mallory and Callie are awake?"I asked. Jess nodded enthusiastically then raced off to the barn. I clipped the lead rope to Star's halter and took her to twice around the ring for a short cool down. I lead her into the musty barn, undoing ehr english tack as I stopped. Mallory popped out from inside a stall, her gray gelding, Storm, at her heels. "Oh, hello!" she said in her british accent. Storm whoofed and nudged my arm, his warm breath a canopy of heat. I patted his nose and turned to mallory. "jess and I were going to go trail riding. Want to come?" I asked.
Mandy
My best friend is dead. Jessica Smith was engraved on the granite rock in Littleton cemetery. I sit here, staring. A single tear dripped down my cheek. Beside me, Jess’s dog Sunkist, whimpered and pawed at the stone. She looked at me with those big brown eyes. My brown hair waved in the wind as I lay a single white rose at the foot of her grave.
My story is sad to tell, and it begins in 2502 Hawthorn Lane. We were in the barn. We being Callie, Jessica, Mallory, and I. We were having our last barn sleep over of the summer, and in just two days we would all be off to separate schools. Callie went to a private school in Billings. Jessica went to military school in Bozeman. Mallory was going to London, England to live with her grandma and was attending a high school there. And I, Mandy Johnson, stayed here in boring old Littleton. Littleton is a small country based town about five miles out of Bozeman. My family and I live on a small three-acre piece of land just beside the old abandoned church. We also lived by an old abandoned bridge that lies across the Littleton River. The Littleton River emptied into Littleton Lake. Our little barn faces it so that the cold currant winds blew into it. Which brings us back to the sleep over. Jessie was sitting on top of some bales of hay, talking 100 miles an hour about the horse show tomorrow that all of us were entered in. I was entered in the jumping competition with Jess. Callie rode Western and had entered the barrel-racing competition. Mallory did Dressage and was entered in that event. We were all so very excited. So excited that my ma had to come from the house just to tell us to shut up. I was embarrassed, so I took everyone into the stalls where our beautiful horses lay. My horse was a palomino mare named Star. Jess owned a strong bay thoroughbred gelding named Brego. (After the famous Lord of the Rings horse!) Callie's quarter horse was a skewbald pinto with one blue eye and one brown eye. Her name was Hollywood. Mallory had a white Arabian gelding named SnowFire. He was a beautiful horse. Very regal.
“Jess, are you excited?” I asked.
“A little, but I am worried about Brego. I am not sure that He is fully recovered from his fall on Cleveland road. That pothole really hurt his leg.” Jessica explained.
“He’ll be fine.” Callie said. “Just look at him!” Brego was prancing around his stall like a little foal. We all laughed. I looked up at the clock on the wall. 1:42am.
“Uh oh! We’d better get to bed if we want to go riding tomorrow.” I said. Reluctantly, everyone curled up in their sleeping bags, and went to sleep.
I woke up to dog drool all over my face the next morning. Impatiently, I pushed my collie dog, Angel, away from me. I yawned and went over to Star’s stall. I took a carrot out of my pocket and clucked to her. Star pricked up her ears and walked over to me. I got out the grooming bucket and started grooming her. I looked over into the neighboring stall to find Brego and Jessica gone. “How does she do that?” I wondered aloud. I groomed and saddled Star and rode her out of the barn and into the arena. The jumps had already been set up and Jess was soaring over them. Her honey blonde hair swished around her freckled face. Her ice blue eyes stared hard in concentration at each and every jump as she flew through the air. What I wouldn’t give for such concentration and devotion to a sport.
“Hey Jess!” I called. She slowed her horse to a stop beside Star and me. “How is Brego today?”
“Being a snot, as usual,” she said, patting Brego’s neck. “He just doesn’t like going over the oxer jumps! He is always shying away from it. I don’t know why he hates them so much!” She dismounted Brego and patted him on the shoulder. “I think that I have worked him enough today. I am going to let him graze.” She clipped the lead shank onto Brego’s halter and led him out to the paddock. “Hey, why don’t you try going over some jumps.” Jessica said as she unlatched the paddock fence. I nodded to her. I urged Star into a trot. She juggled her pace a while before finding her balance, her golden coat gleaming. Her ears pricked high to the sky as I directed her towards the first jump. It was an easy oxer jump, and Star cleared it with apparant ease. She snorted and whinnied happily, giving a little kick of joy. I couldn't help but smile as she flew over each jump, landing gracefully at the finish. jessie was at the fence, a stopwatch in hand. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "56 seconds!" she leapt over the fence to show me the silver inlaid watch. 'Wow." I mimicked. I patted Star in her neck. 'You deserve to go trail riding!" i said. I hopped off of the saddle, driving up the stirrups. "Hey Jess, could you go and see if Mallory and Callie are awake?"I asked. Jess nodded enthusiastically then raced off to the barn. I clipped the lead rope to Star's halter and took her to twice around the ring for a short cool down. I lead her into the musty barn, undoing ehr english tack as I stopped. Mallory popped out from inside a stall, her gray gelding, Storm, at her heels. "Oh, hello!" she said in her british accent. Storm whoofed and nudged my arm, his warm breath a canopy of heat. I patted his nose and turned to mallory. "jess and I were going to go trail riding. Want to come?" I asked.