August Story Contest
Sweet Heart, the Wonder Horse Part 1
By: xxshineystuff101xx
Age: 16I was sitting on my window seat in my room, looking out over the 100 acres of land I call home. I’m Carrie, 16 years old; I live with my Dad, 59; Mom, 52; and my younger sister Olivia, 11. We all live in separate apartments. Our house is in floors, the oldest on the bottom, youngest at the top. We have an elevator to get to the next floor. My rooms are differently themed; bedroom, Zebra; dining room, Formal; parlor, Floral; TV and game room, Vegas. I saw a trailer pulling up, which confused me, we didn’t buy new horses, but my birthday was coming up.
“Hmm.” I said to myself. I leaped up and ran to the door and to the elevator. “Down!! Down!! DOWN!!!” I screamed at it. At last the door opened and I jumped in and into my sister.
“OW! Gee, thanks Carrie.” Groaned Olivia.
“Do you know why a trailer just pulled in?” I asked excitedly.
“No, I was about to ask you!”
“Maybe since my birthday is coming up…”
“No, that trailer was an opened top, and I saw two.”
Ding! The elevator doors opened and we both charged out and to the front door. We ran outside and through the back of the barn. I stopped at my Blue Roan Quarter horse’s stall, Marry Me, or Romeo. I rubbed him and ran forward, quickly overtaking Olivia. “Mom! Dad! What’s going on?” We both shouted in unison.
“New Horses! Arabians! Carrie’s is white, and Olivia’s is black!”
Olivia screamed and nearly fainted. I Screamed and bounced up and down.
“Their registered names are, Ivory Dream, and Ebony Song.”
The groom unloaded Ebony Song and handed her to Olivia. “Oh, I think Ebony is a good name!”
The groom muttered “More like Queen of man.”
He handed me Ivory Dream. “She’s a sweet heart.”
“That’s what I’ll name her, Sweet Heart.”
Next month, find out why Sweet Heart is truly a wonder horse in our two part saga; Sweet Heart the Wonder Horse’. But don’t worry! I will continue with a different story.
xxshineystuff101xx