I under stand there are probably many errors in capitalization and punctuation, but I kinda typed it in a rush, so please forgive me and ill try harder:)
Chapter one.
Dear diary,
Brynna gave me this diary for my birthday saying she had one when she was my age. She told me to at least write in it every two days, so I guess I'll start with telling you about myself.
My name is Samantha Anne Forster, I am 14 years old, I'm in the ninth grade, and I live on river bend ranch which is a working cattle ranch. I have four very best friends three of which are horses. there's tempest, ace, the phantom, Jake and Jen. I love them all a lot! Brynna is my step mom, she married my dad and my mother died when I was young. My gram lives with us too.
Three years ago, I had an accident. I was riding my first horse, blackie (who is now the phantom) and he spooked, I lost my reins and while reaching down to grab them, his hind hoof accidentally kicked my head. I fell unconscious on the desert ground. I would likely be dead if jake wasn't riding with me that horrific day. He was terrified, but quickly went back to the ranch and gathered help. I got to the hospital and was in a coma for two weeks. The doctor told dad that I may suffer a relapse. So, he cowboyed up and sent me to live with aunt sue for two years. I fought him with every thing I had in my being; I refused to go, I cried, I even begged. He didn't budge. He told me he'd bring me back when I was safe. His reasoning for sending me was plain and simple; he'd rather I be twenty minutes from a hospital than almost two hours. I understood why, I just didn't want to believe it.
Living with aunt sue wasn't so bad. I made new friends, played at the beach and always went to cool places with aunt sue. Yes, I missed home, I never truly stopped wanting to go back to Nevada. Then one day, two years after the accident, dad called and said I could come home.
I went home about two weeks later. dad picked me up at the airport and I was ecstatic. On the ride home was the first time I had seen the phantom, although I didn't know it was blackie at the time. Dad told me no one had seen blackie since the accident.
That was the day I met another one of my best friends. Ace. Ace is a mustang that the BLM rounded up and keeps me on my toes. But I love my little bay with every fiber in my being.
The day I came home, Jake was also at our place training Pocahontas, a frisky mare. The first time I saw him in two years was when he flew over the mares head and landed on his butt in the dirt! What a welcoming gift! Mr. Ely, horse extraordinaire, being tossed over a horse like a rag doll! We immediately fell back into our easy friendship, although getting him to talk is like trying to ride a bike with no chain. You can pedal all you want, but you'll never get anywhere.
I met Jen a few weeks later at the bus stop for my first day of high school. When I first saw her, I thought she was gonna be a hippie or something. She has a very unique sense of style to say the least. But after about two minutes of talking to her, I had a good felling we would be friends. After that day at lunch, it was a done deal. She loves horses with a passion like me, and is a great horsewoman.
Tempest. She's my filly, and also the phantom's daughter. She's feisty, but I love her all the same. She's completely black now, but I'm hoping shell turn silver like her sire. Just like blackie, she has a secret name. Xanadu. Sometimes, I go to her like a diary. I can tell her anything. She's a great listener and just adores my voice!
Now, blackie, Zanzibar, the phantom, whichever I should call him in here. After I had fallen in the accident, no one had seen him. But when I came back, the first night on roundup, a mysterious white stallion appeared and soon enough I had suspected that it was my black colt grown, greyed and a wild stallion. I called him by his secret name, Zanzibar, and by the way he reacted, I knew it was him. I want him free. Always. He is now a herd leader, and a great one at that. I love him forever and always, but he doesn't belong to me no matter if I can still touch him sometimes by the river, or even rarer, ride him. He will never be my blackie again, but he'll always be my Zanzibar.
I'm about to fall asleep so I guess that's all about me and my best friends. From now on, I'll just write about the days events. Goodnight,
Always,
-Sam