Hey, guys, this is another story I wanted to write. I know says Canterwood, but it is not. Hope you love it. (I own the plot)

-RW

I was in the air, flying, soaring across the jump. Trix, my horse, tucked her legs perfectly in. I waited for a thump of her hooves. BOOM. But her body pushes to the right. She knocked herself over. I hit the ground rock hard. All I heard that was sirens, screaming, my mother telling me over and over again, that everything is ok. I opened my eyes and saw blood and people running to me. My father was crying, I tried to get up to tell him what's wrong. But I couldn't. I was lifted up into the air. A stranger held my head down "It's going to be ok, miss." the man said. But will it ever? My eyes shut closed to ease the pain of my left leg. Then everything turned black.

I was in a cold room of white, in a bed that I felt that was not my own. I had a tube connected to me pumping air through my lungs. I looked around to see what would look familiar to me. I saw my mother reading a book, a box of tissues and red eyes. "Mom?" I managed to croak out of my dry mouth. She looked up from her book, I could now see her red teary eyes and her wet soaking shirt. "Mom, where am I? Where's dad. How's Trix? I'm hungry." I said. I had so may question of where I was, what happened, where's Trix. Everything just made no sense to me. "Shhh, you're in the hospital. You fell while jumping in the National Statewide contest. Trix is fine, she just got back to the stables. Dad's outside talking to Coach Conner. I'll get you some food, ok?" she said answering my questions. She left the room to order me some food. Now I was alone. Alone, what a sad imperfect word.