Here's a story I came up with during class while looking at a horse picture. I hope you enjoy it, I will be turning this into a chapter-story, so prepare yourself for more.
Tell me if you like it.
All these horses look amazing, if only I could own one. I'd show him affection, care, and always be there to listen to him. To all you readers out there, my name is Alexis. I'm just a 16 year old teenage girl from the country. Like most country girls, I am in love with horses, and the idea of owning one, for that matter. My father, Tom, has owned horses since he was a little boy. I've asked countless times when going to a horse auction, if I could get one of my own, but he always says no, and that the horses are only used for farm work, nothing more. We currently have 6 horses at our ranch in the countryside, all are broke, but are never ridden.
The next auction was coming in a week from now, and I thought up a whole speech to say to my father, so he'd let me get a horse to ride and train. Well, the day of the auction came, and I gathered up all the courage I could to ask him. So, I did.
To my amazement, he said he'd think about it, rather than a solid "No". So, while walking with him, watching him as he checked out the horses in the stalls to see which he liked best, I took it upon myself to go across the hall and look at the horses on the other side. There were many suitable horses I would've loved to own; some were young, fully broke, and starting out on training. Others were older, steady riders, and fully trained for any type of riding. But there was one horse I simply had to have. The feeling I got when I laid eyes on him was like unwrapping a gift you've been wanting all year. Well, maybe more than that, but you get the idea.
This horse, from what the clipboard said, was pure arabian, and had a light chocolate-coloured coat. Standing at an impressive 16.2 hands high, and just 3 years old. The only thing that wasn't so good was the fact this horse wasn't fully broken in, and had a bad temper around people. I remembered those words as if they were written in neon letters; "FOR WORK ONLY". This made me a bit sad since this horse was beautiful, and a male, which I was looking for anyways, since my father doesn't normally buy mares.
I called my father over to see the young colt. First reaction when he read the clipboard, was a shake from his head, and a sigh. He looked at me and told me this horse would never let any one of us near enough to even get a saddle on him, and that he seemed too dangerous to keep with the other geldings at our ranch. I saw this answer coming, and I didn't bother arguing his side, I just nodded and turned away to look at the other horses again. My father must have seen the sadness in my eyes, because as we were leaving the auction, he told me to go wait in the truck while he went to purchase some new livestock animals, which I'm guessing was just some more pigs or a cow.
Twenty minutes went by, and I looked over to the wide wooden doors to the auction barn, and that's when I saw my father walk out of the barn with what appeared to be; the horse I wanted.