brb(AUTHORS NOTE: This is not into the actual episode part of the story yet and I don't think the next chapter will be either. She has a reason for what she's doing and for going where she's going, but if you wanna know then you have to follow along and keep reading. Chapters may come slowly, because I'm lacking insperation--which is, indeed, well needed for me to write. I might also need some incouragement, because that tends to help to. If you are a member of Quizilla, then feel free to contact me and critisize or tell me how good I'm doing. I like viewers, but lazy viewers don't help an author much. Expect more to come from this story and if you feel that I'm getting lazy, then message me and tell me to sit my butt down and write! LOL!)/b brI rode my horse, Thunder, bare-backed out to The Bridge near the sunset hour. Thunder is a very, very musclular black stallion with blue eyes, but unlike most horses that people had, his mane and tail was as long as the wild. He was born wild, but raised tame. . . a wonderous beauty. The Bridge was a quiet place out in the country where I lived. Surrounded with nothing, but nature. The bridge there was made of unglazed oak and pine, and under the bridge was small creek flowing gracefully over rocks.
brAround the bridge were all sorts of trees; most of them were huge, others were large, and a smaller portion was medium sized. Sapplings surrounded the tall trees, and bushes of all sorts decorated where they didn't. Flowers were scattered among all the other gorgous plants, and vines hung from some trees.
brA nature-pulled pathway led Oak Love Road over and up to the bridge, but it didn't affect the beauty of its sorroundings. The bridge wasn't very long and the creek was only about seven feet wide. Having a gentle arch over the creek, the bridge was a kind man-made waterfall without water on it. But above all, when you looked up: you could see the first star when the sun went down. Because of a tiny open area around the creek, you could look at the sky. The view always amazed me, no matter how many times I looked at it.
brI trotted agrivated--he disliked being slow in anyway--Thunder up onto the arched bridge, then gently pulled his reigns. His muscles contracted and relaxed underneath me, I could feel him shudder from sweat and cold. "Yeah, boy," I said sweetly, talking to him as if he were human being. "It is getting chilly out isn't it," Thunder made a vibrating sound through his nostrils in a way that said: 'I agree with you,' I chuckled slightly at his responce, then looked up at they sky.
brI sighed, then looked directly at the first star and closed my eyes. The whole world suddenly went quiet, it was as if nature was waiting to hear my wish. I wish I could be somewhere else. . . I thought to the star. Some other place. Some place where I could make friends or maybe fall in love with someone who's true. . . somewhere where I'd be accepted as who I am and not be shoved away and forgotten about. After I was done wishing, the world slowly became lively again brForcing a pouting spree away, I gently nudged Thunder's side. Giving a horse nod--lowering his neck, then bringing it back up again--he backed up off the bridge, then turned around and galloped toward home.
brSure, most horses don't like backing up or jumping, but I had taught my horses to do so. I loved my horses very much, so I taught them minouvers to survive any tricky situation. Thunder was one of my few horses who actually enjoyed learning to back up and jump, so I knew he'd do very well if anything ever happened.
brAfter arriving home, I dereined Thunder and brushed his soft, silky body, then looked into his eyes. "Be a good boy and sleep peacefully tonight. . . okay?" He looked into my eyes with such sadness and I relized that he was feeling my own sadness. I hugged his heavy head. "I'll be okay, Thund. . . don't worry," Then, left to go inside.
brI fetched some clothes from my dresser, then took a nice, long, hot shower. After bushing my hair and teeth, I had gotten dressed in my plain bathroom.(Outfit, excluding the necklace)
brI sighed sadly, then went to my room.
br I pulled the covers up, pounced onto my bed, walked almost to the very back of my bed, sat down, pulled the covers from under me, then layed down and covered myself. I reached for my music box. . .
brMy music box always has a nack for soothing my nerves and making me feel better and it's song had no words, but yet I knew a part of it. "When Irish eyes are smiling the world seems bright a gaiye," I sang to part of it--which by the way, this meaning of "gaiye" means happy and not "gay" as in homosexual.
br"That's what friends are for," I murmured, before falling asleep to the soothing sound of my music box.
brAround the bridge were all sorts of trees; most of them were huge, others were large, and a smaller portion was medium sized. Sapplings surrounded the tall trees, and bushes of all sorts decorated where they didn't. Flowers were scattered among all the other gorgous plants, and vines hung from some trees.
brA nature-pulled pathway led Oak Love Road over and up to the bridge, but it didn't affect the beauty of its sorroundings. The bridge wasn't very long and the creek was only about seven feet wide. Having a gentle arch over the creek, the bridge was a kind man-made waterfall without water on it. But above all, when you looked up: you could see the first star when the sun went down. Because of a tiny open area around the creek, you could look at the sky. The view always amazed me, no matter how many times I looked at it.
brI trotted agrivated--he disliked being slow in anyway--Thunder up onto the arched bridge, then gently pulled his reigns. His muscles contracted and relaxed underneath me, I could feel him shudder from sweat and cold. "Yeah, boy," I said sweetly, talking to him as if he were human being. "It is getting chilly out isn't it," Thunder made a vibrating sound through his nostrils in a way that said: 'I agree with you,' I chuckled slightly at his responce, then looked up at they sky.
brI sighed, then looked directly at the first star and closed my eyes. The whole world suddenly went quiet, it was as if nature was waiting to hear my wish. I wish I could be somewhere else. . . I thought to the star. Some other place. Some place where I could make friends or maybe fall in love with someone who's true. . . somewhere where I'd be accepted as who I am and not be shoved away and forgotten about. After I was done wishing, the world slowly became lively again brForcing a pouting spree away, I gently nudged Thunder's side. Giving a horse nod--lowering his neck, then bringing it back up again--he backed up off the bridge, then turned around and galloped toward home.
brSure, most horses don't like backing up or jumping, but I had taught my horses to do so. I loved my horses very much, so I taught them minouvers to survive any tricky situation. Thunder was one of my few horses who actually enjoyed learning to back up and jump, so I knew he'd do very well if anything ever happened.
brAfter arriving home, I dereined Thunder and brushed his soft, silky body, then looked into his eyes. "Be a good boy and sleep peacefully tonight. . . okay?" He looked into my eyes with such sadness and I relized that he was feeling my own sadness. I hugged his heavy head. "I'll be okay, Thund. . . don't worry," Then, left to go inside.
brI fetched some clothes from my dresser, then took a nice, long, hot shower. After bushing my hair and teeth, I had gotten dressed in my plain bathroom.(Outfit, excluding the necklace)
brI sighed sadly, then went to my room.
br I pulled the covers up, pounced onto my bed, walked almost to the very back of my bed, sat down, pulled the covers from under me, then layed down and covered myself. I reached for my music box. . .
brMy music box always has a nack for soothing my nerves and making me feel better and it's song had no words, but yet I knew a part of it. "When Irish eyes are smiling the world seems bright a gaiye," I sang to part of it--which by the way, this meaning of "gaiye" means happy and not "gay" as in homosexual.
br"That's what friends are for," I murmured, before falling asleep to the soothing sound of my music box.
