Here's a horse story by me, every month there'll be a new chapter. Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE

I've never really liked horses much, but my brother always did. He rode every week at a barn close by. Frankly, I've never cared to ride a 1000 pound animal that actually lets a person get on its back and jump over fake fences. Well, that was a few years ago when I had a brother, now I'm expected to ride. It was all a sad story. My bother, a few years older than me, 15 years old, I was 12, ran into a gang of drug abusers. He hhung with them and started smoking, and eventually started on heroin. I knew about this because I heard him talking to his friends on the phone. Well, because of the effect the drugs had on him he decided he didn't want to live anymore. So he killed himself. My mother went into his room to wake him up for school and found him dead on the floor. It went into investigation and presumed a suicide. Then my life got rocky, my father became quiet around me and fought with my mother. The divorced and my mother re-married. My step-dad is rich and we live in a huge mansion with 100 acres and a huge horse barn in our yard. But I want my old life back, my happy life. I threw myself into horses and discovered I liked them, then I asked for a horse constantly. My life began to improve. When I turned 14 I got my very first horse for my birthday. On that morning I got up all excited and ran downstairs. Then I ran outside to the barn and swung the door open. In the first stall there was a gorgeous grey Thoroughbred gelding. His long mane rustled in the warm Florida breeze and his tail swished the flies. On his door a brass nameplate shone saying "Silver" in small letters and underneath it it said "Shining Star". And underneath that, in tiny letters it said "Owned by Kat DiZelder." And pinned to the stall there was a note:
"Happy Birthday Honey!! We hope you like your surprise, check the tack room! We've been buying the stuff in it for months!!
I ran into the tack room after hugging Silver, and opened the door. There were my parents behind a huge tack box. Behind them was a gleaming saddle and a braided leather bridle. I stared at it. Then I opened the tack box, inside was a pair of brand new breeches, a jacket, helmet, blouse, gloves, field boots, chaps, almost everything!
"Some of it was 2nd hand, like the saddle and bridle." My step-dad said.
"So what!" I called! "I love it!!! THANK YOU!!!!!" I screamed!!!
"We've been working on an indoor and outdoor arena. That's your gift from every one. We're making the arena today. well starting it."
I nodded and walked over to Silvers stall. Since it was a Saturday my relatives came over soon. Before they came I took Silver out, brushed him and got my father to help tack him up. Then I mounted up, I knew how to because Jeramy (my brother) had shown me how to before. My father came and checked everything and I was off. At a walk though. I walked around for a while and my relatives came. Then my obnoxious little cousin came out. "Ha ha ha ha!!!!!! You can't do anything on that horse!!!!!" He yelled.
"Yeah I can!!" I shouted back!
"SURE!!" He screamed really loudly.
Then Silver bolted fill speed ahead. I lost my stirrups and gripped onto his mane for dear life. I felt myself fall forward, and slide even more onto his neck. There was a tree ahead of us. I screamed and he went faster and faster. The tree came closer and closer. I shut my eyes and leaned as far forward as I could, still gripping mane. With a tremendous leap Silver jumped the tree. I fell forward and hit the ground with a crack. Then I saw his hoof come down, then everything went black.

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I woke up in a dark room. My right leg throbbed and my head hurt like someone had pounded it with a hammer. I looked down and saw a huge cast on my leg, and I raised my arm and touched my head, it was bandaged. I realized I was in a hospital. My mother and step-dad walked in. "Honey, we have some bad news" My mother said.
"What is it?" I cried.
"Your leg is broken and you have a concussion. You can't ride for 6 months. And Silver is lame, he fell after you did."
"NO WAY! He's fine, and I'm fine!"
"Honey," my dad started, "you may never be able to ride again, he fell on you, your leg is crushed."