Shock, Lock, Barrel;; Open

[enchanted]

Well, I was back in Canterwood. The holiday season had really been nice though since I had gotten to go back to Virginia. I was so thankful that my parents had decided to do that, which made me wonder if my whining about how this place was an absolute torture chamber finally got to them. Probably not since we were back, along with a few lectures that I should be happy for what I have. A huff escaped me at the very thought, they were the ones who wanted to move, I didn't. They hadn't even thought about me, I was certain about it. All what they cared about was their law firm. Walking inside now, I ventured myself straight to Birdy's stall, ignoring anybody else who might be in the stables. After all, most of them as far as riding went, were beneath me, or at least that's what I've told myself since I've been on the A-Circuit, "Hello there, Birdy," I purred now, stroking her face, "Did you miss me girl? I was so upset that you couldn't come home with us...here, let's take you out of that silly stall." Placing her leather halter on, I opened the door for her before snapping on a matching leather lead rope, "Let's go." Leading her through the aisle, a loud sound startled Birdy, myself as well. Enough to make me jump out of my skin, and for my horse to rear up on me. The motion startled me, and I side stepped as the lead rope slid from my hair and I watched, motified as my prized mare barreled down the aisle now and started racing outside, the lead rope dangling, "Somebody grab my horse!" I shrieked, darting after Birdy, knowing that if she took one step on that lead rope, everything was done for.

W O R D S;; Didn't feel like
T A G;; Open
N O T E S;; Noneeee
C R E D I T;; hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0

[Hanson Tate]

Claimed; will post in a few

[Hanson Tate]

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We're Just
Misguided Ghosts

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Hanson ran the brush over Baron's hindquarters, watching the little flecks of dirt and hair fly away. Grooming Baron was the only memory he had left of his home. He would groom Baron everywhere. On the mountains, out in the field, in the middle of a barrel show. Grooming was almost a ritual; so much that Baron won most well-groomed in several competitions. Hanson smiled at the memory, and looked down at his worn-out curry comb, thinking about how his family had turned their backs on him the moment he gave up western. "Stay here Bud. I'll get ya tacked." Walking in to the small tack room, Hanson went right to his English saddle, when a dusty horn caught his eye. Glancing over min the corner of the room, he saw an old western saddle, laying there on the bench. He ran his hand over it, feeling the old familiarity of the saddle. Before he could think, he grabbed it and was putting it on Baron's back. Baron felt the old weight of the saddle, and seemed to take on a different stance. he was more relaxed. Hanson, sighing, took off the saddle. "Sorry buddy. Not today." About to put on the english saddle, he heard a scream.
Racing outside, he sa a horse galloping with a leadrope between it's legs. Hanson, immediantly tensing, recognized the danger. Walking quickly and urgently, he moved himself into the path of the horse. With horses, he ut his life on the line to prevent injuries. Putting his head down, he dived for the leadrope, grabbing it and yanking it u to prevent tangle. Now that the horse was contained, it seemed to cal down. Softly stroking the muzzle, he looked around for the owner.
The Ones We
Trusted The Most

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Words~ How many?
Notes~ What do you want to say?
Tags~ Tag 'em!
Outfit~ What are you wearing?
Lyrics~ Misguided Ghosts, Paramore
Credit~ Starz3z @ Caution 2.0!

[enchanted]

If something happened to Birdy, I would never forgive myself. I would also find whatever or whoever made that startling sound and make them pay. Maybe even make the school pay, I wasn't sure. Either way, New England may have taken me away from Virginia, but it sure wasn't about to take my horse as well. Racing down the hall, I saw my palomino mare turn outside now and out of my sights. Hopefully, somebody heard me and I picked up my speed a little more, "Birdy!" I yelled, but it was probably too late and she was out of ear shot, or at least, a common sense to stop. Heading outside, I almost tripped on the new surface and chance from stable floors to the dirt pathways as I saw somebody else come out of the stables and step right in front of Birdy and grab her lead rope. Everything seemed to happen fast, and my heart was up in my throat out of sheer nerves, but as quickly as it happened, the guy had Birdy. At first, I thought it was Mike or Doug, but when I got closer, I realized it was some entirely different guy. I dropped my jog down to a brisk walk, not wanting to spook her again. Birdy seemed to be taking well to the stranger though, or at least, she had calmed down considerably, "Thanks for catching her," I managed now, breathing heavily. It had been a while since I had run that fast as I ran a hand over Birdy, checking her out a little, "I don't know what I would have done if she had hurt herself or worse."

W O R D S;; Didn't feel like
T A G;; Hanson Tate
N O T E S;; Noneeee
C R E D I T;; hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0