Mandy could feel her pony breathing heavily underneath her, staring at the barrels she held her breathe, the barrel wobbled unevenly and then crashed to the ground.
“NO!” She yelled, and thrust her fist up in the air.
Mandy had just completed a barrel racing course and had had the best timing, until the barrel fell over and threw her back into 4th place.
Texas, her pony gave a small whinny. Mandy forced a smile onto her face, “oh, Tex, you did so well, don’t worry, I know you tried your best,” Mandy patted her ponies sweaty neck. She tapped her heels and turned him around, Texas needed a break, she decided, they both did.
As Mandy walked Texas back to the trailer, her mum, Christie, ran over to her.
“You did great, just that last barrel, you moved too tightly around it,” Christie told her daughter. Mandy just nodded, why do parents always have to state the obvious?
As Mandy tied Texas up to the trailer and began untacking him her best friend Rachael came running up too her.
“Mandy!!” She called, “Congrats on the course,” She said, biting her lip. Mandy knew Rachael only did that when she was trying to hide something, like the truth.