Colaboration.

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. ~Prologue::~

Looking out into a misty arena, a dark figure watches a girl mount her horse, but she turns toward the grandstand, looking toward her instructor, who nods to her. The girl turns toward the barn, but the dark figure blocks her view. She shrugs and lifts her left foot into her stirrup, swinging her other leg over the saddle.

She looks over to where the training assistant is standing. "My crop," she says, and the assistant heads toward the barn.

Looking around the arena, the girl notices a set of poles. Nodding to them, she asks her instructor, “Are we training on the poles today, instead of the barrels?”

“Very good,” the instructor said, “you do want to do poles, right.”

“Yes,” the girl sighed.

The training assistant entered the arena, crop in hand. “Thank you.” the girl smiled her thanks.


~:: Chapter 1::~


Thirteen, finally, able to sit in the car alone and unattended, not that my parents care. My older brother, Cole, was able to do that a year ago. The majority of my presents were things that you would get at cheap stores. Oranges, pens, notebooks, maps, calculators, who would want one of those for their birthday? Anyway, I did get some really cool presents, like an I-tunes gift card, Nintendo Wii, and other cool stuff like that.


Anyway, when I finally got home, and my twin, Cody, ran into the house, to store his presents under his bed, I ran down to our barn, to see my horse, Nhyngina, a dun mare.

“Hey,” my friend, Alyssia, said, as I came into the tack room.

“Yo, Lissa,” I replied, taking off my Vans and sliding into my boots, “ how is Turbo?”

“He is great,” she replied, grabbing her horse’s halter


"Lissa," I said, nervously.

"Yeah, Nicki?" she replied.

"Do you think that you will do poles or barrels in the barn show tomorrow?" I replied, seeing my horse standing by the gate.

"I have no clue," the blond girl replied, "Turbo is better on poles, but I think that everyone wants to do poles."

"Jenny promised that I would be doing poles." I said, putting on my horse's halter.

Once I had tacked up my horse and walked her into the indoor arena, I overheard my instructor, Jenny, commenting on how it looked like it was going to rain.


Once Alylisa and I were mounted on our horses, we noticed that the mist was gathering. I looked at a tall girl who was leaning on the dirty wall of the arena. "Rachel," I said, "my crop please." Upon hearing myself, it sounded familiar, the mist, the way I asked for the crop, the dark figure standing in the corner, and the way the poles are set up. The barrels missing from the arena, all seems familiar, yet strange, as if it were a dream


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I'm not done, but, I would like any comments/ suggestions.

[Fireblood]

I like it so far, It is really good.

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Oh yes, and no, it won't be all about horses, only no more than 4 chapters, at a time.

[[~]*Steel Moon*[~]]

I like it!

[swifttail]

It is great SKy, but, finnally, Not about the warriors seriose. lol, no offence to any one.

[Fireblood]

OH, yah I didn't post my sisters first that wasn't about the warriors serious, thats where she got the idea. (No affence Hawk) Oh, and I still like it a lot.

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Here is the rest of the chapter:

“Lissa,” I whispered, the wind wiping my hair around, under my helmet.


“Yeah,” she answered.


“Is it just me, or is that figure over there disturbing you?” I asked, looking toward the dark outline.

“What figure?” she asked, looking at me as if I was from an insane asylum.

“Never mind.” I said, shrugging.



That night, I called my best friend, Sara.

“Sara, where were you after the party?” I asked, “You know the show is tomorrow.”

“Jenny cleared me last week; she said that I was ready.” Sara replied, tartly.

“Trevor was looking for you, when I was un-caking Ninja.” I said, knowing that she liked Trevor, a boy who kept his horse at my barn.


“Shut up.” Sara snapped, sending my cell from my hand, from the shock, but I just laughed.

“What is so funny?” my older brother said, picking up my cell from the floor.

“Nothing.” I said, taking the phone from his hand.

“Sara, are you bringing Smoothie?” I asked, thinking about my friend’s sorrel tabiano paint mare.

“No, she hasn’t seen a pole before, I’m riding Monster.” Sara said.

“I think Monster needs more training.” I said thinking about the bay four year old gelding that Sara recently bought from some old guy, who said that he was too much of a handful for his quiet farm.

“At least we know how good of a mount Smoothie is.” I retorted, feeling bad for my old mare.

Whatever.” Sara said, hanging up.
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I'll have Chapter 2 soon

[Fireblood]

That is really good.

[swifttail]

Yes. [Sorry, I like leopardstar's the best of all bestests!]]

[Fireblood]

That was rude....

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heres chapter 2:


~:: Chapter 2:: ~

I woke up on Saturday morning to a buzzing alarm clock. I rolled over to hit the snooze button then I remembered what was happening today, The Cross Club Horse Show. Our 4-h club, Happy Trails, and a club from Stanton, Rocky Trail Riders.

A few months ago, our 4-h club was challenged by the leader from Rocky Trail Riders, saying that his riders were better than ours. Of course, we stood up to the challenge, knowing that they may be a little better in western, but we had a lot of English riders as well.

“Steph,” I said, throwing a pillow at my sleeping older sister, Stephanie, “come on, Meg and May will be in here any minute whining about how they want us to let them win.” I watched as she rolled over, my pillow falling on the floor. I heard footsteps and whispering coming up to our door. “Oh no.” I moaned, covering my head with the sheets of my bed.

“May,” a young voice of a girl, about 11, whispered, “You ask, I asked last time.”

“Meg,” the other girl said, as the doorknob to my bedroom turned, “I won the bet fair and square, you ask.” The door opened, reveling two identical twins, only one slightly taller than the other.

“The answer is no.” I moaned, rolling on to my stuffed dolphin, Splash. I sat up tossing the gray stuffed animal in the air. “Sorry, Splashy.” I squeaked, catching him easily. I set the dolphin on my top pillow, next to my stuffed black Labrador retriever, Jake.

“May, who you really should be asking is Collin,” Steph said, glaring our little sisters in the eyes.

“Don’t make me tell mom that you aren’t being nice.” The brunette pouted.

“May, isn’t mom at work?” I asked, remembering that our mother barley ever went down to the barn that our father had built with his own two hands. Standing up, I grabbed my work jeans (ugly things they are) and a shirt, and went off to the bathroom to take a shower and get dressed in peace. I could tell that today would be a long one.


Walking into the barn at 7:00 in the morning is as bad as feeding more than 50 horses at 3 hours early. Hearing the nickers of the horses by the gate, I saw two of my racehorses with their heads over the fence, not noticing my arrival. I climbed onto the fence, swinging my legs over the rails; I jumped onto the ground, landing hard.

Hearing a pounding of hooves, I grinned. I saw a bay colt and a black mare leading a few more horses toward me. I grabbed one of the four halters that I had placed on the rail. “Thunder,” I said, looking at the bay colt, as he trotted up to me, “we get to meet your new jockey today.” I tapped Thunder on the shoulder, moving him over.

“Don’t you mean the barn’s new trainer?” a voice from in front of the two horses asked, as I tied Thunder on the rail and grabbing the halter of his brother, Renegade Storm.

Moving the big black colt over, I looked to see who was talking to the horses.

“Johnny,” I said, surprised, “I guess your right, but the jockey promised me to ride Roaring Thunder, but only if our other horses are in the same races.” I paused, looking at the chestnut colt next to me, then glaring at the blond boy teasingly, “Are you going to help me or not?” I asked, securing Renegade’s halter.



A few moments later, five other riders had arrived, and Johnny and I were moving the four horses into the stalls for our racehorses.

“Cash is no better than Renegade.” I said, patting the black colt on the neck.

“Cash could out run Thunder or Feather through.” Johnny countered, opening his horse’s stall. I opened the stall next to him, the one that said Renegade Storm above the the door.

“We’ll see if Cash and Money will live up to his name.” said our racing stable groom, Jack, looking at Johnny’s chestnut colt.

“Well, doesn’t that depend on if the jockey is good?” Johnny asked, “And how the horse is trained.”
“Jack,” I asked the 15 year-old friend of Cole’s, “Can you get these four groomed and tacked up before Jerome gets here?”

“Sure, Nicki.” He replied, “That is my job.” I grinned, sheepishly before I untied the lead rope of Renegade’s halter.


Leaving the barn, I ran across the front paddock, clearly noticed by all the horses, but not the riders. I saw a flashy GMC Sierra pull into the parking lot with a horse trailer following it. I walked over to it, thinking it was Sara, but heard the call from barn for a talk.

When I entered the room where we held the club meetings, I looked around for my desk, and some of the hot guys in the club. I saw Johnny Storm, Justin Talyor, and Johnny Talyor.

“J.T.,” I called across the room, “Where were you at 7:00 in the morning, when your brother was here?” I asked the 14 year old, the co-owner of Cash and Money.


“Johnny said that he would take care of Cash today.” Justin said. We call him J.T. because his initials are the same of Justin Timberlake’s, not that we care, or do we?

“Nicki,” a black haired boy said, entering the room, tapping his foot, “May said that she wants you to get Blaze ready.”

I walked over to the kid, picking the short kid up. “Collin, lighten up, it is only a compotation between clubs, not between the members in our club. Anyway, you’re going to take the ribbons in English Pleasure and the Hunter class.” When I said this, my little brother’s eyes lit up at the thought at getting blue ribbons in both events.