My Dream Horse

By Amanda Lunetto

As I am walking though my stables on a warm breezy day, I stopped to see my horse, Midnight, galloping fast. Her color is black, and her hair is brown. Well, maybe not so much brown, but a mixture of the two. Her hair was crimped, and it would jump whenever she was jumping at the state finals. She looked great three weeks ago when we competed.

I was watching her by the jumping ring fence. It looked like she was trying to lift herself into the air. I could see in her eyes that she was having a pleasant time, running as fast as she could.

I was thinking in my mind that we should definitely enter the "races", me being an expert rider. I went up to the fence and shouted, "Midnight slow down," because of the way she was running. She looked like she was going to trip. She came to a halt and walked over to me. I was so happy to see her. She smelt like rosewater, and felt as smooth as dolphin skin.

I sat there and scratched her face. Midnight was standing next to me as I was sitting on top of the fence (not one of my brightest ideas). I lost my balance and fell! Midnight started to jump and neigh.

Pete, the person who was cleaning the barn, ran over to Midnight. Then he saw me. I was screaming in pain. It felt like a million knives just fell into my foot. He ran to the barn phone and called my parents.

I was still screaming. My horse was neighing and jumping. I was hoping that my horse was okay. It sounded like he was having a heart attack. I thought that this would be the end of our racing season. Pete ran back and said my parents would be here in 5 minutes.

We waited. The pain had gone down a little, and I had stopped screaming. Midnight was just rambling, back and fourth. I saw my dad’s truck coming up the road. They parked on the side of the road and my mom jumped out of the car.

I was rushed to the hospital. I found out that my leg was broken in three places. It was a disaster. I couldn’t ride for 6 months. I couldn’t even go and see my horse. I missed her so much.

When my leg had finally healed, I went over to the stables and yelled, "Hey Midnight." He galloped over to me. I said, "Sorry we missed the races." I could tell with his jump that he just wanted to do jumping season. I laughed and told him, "You’ll always be my horse, Midnight."