Horsin' Around
Me: Hay Al this is your story, want to disclaimer it?
Alister: God dang it. My name is Alister not Al.
Me:Are you going to disclaim it or not.
Alister: I'm not. Come on Hotomollie lets go.
Me:Steve can you.
Steve: What the heck. fireyhotspot don't own us.
Note: In this story everyone is a human.
My 3 charters: Serenity is 16. She is a peace maker. She hates to fight and fighting, but she will fright if she has to. Her mom died two years ago. Her dad died four year ago and her brother is fighting in the navy. She lives in her small house with her dogs Gracie, Sammy, and Max and her older cousin Amber and Amber's pet Wallabee Vallain. Tracie is her best friend. She is 5 ft tall with brown hair and gold eyes. She also loves Johnny.
Tracie is Two-Bit's 14 year old sister. She's feisty, and love to live life fun. She isn't as dumb as Two-Bit. She loves to watch the sunset with Pony, Johnny, and Serenity, they are all best friends. She has golden brown hair and grey eyes. She is good in a fight and listens well.
Alister is Steve's older twin brother. He is horse crazy. He and Sodapop use too work at the same horse barn (Soda quite after they sold Mickey Mouse), Alister works there still. He loves to ride rodeos; he has ten golden buckles. He has three horses; two mustang stallions and one Arabian mare. Their names are Hotomollie, Gunpowder, and Mollie. Dallas is like his best friend. His dream is to own mustangs on the plains of Utah. He has to save Steve's a-- on regular basses. He is just an inch or two short then Steve. He has blond hair with natural red in it and not orange red its red red which he where's it greased back on the side and in the back with no grease in the front. His eyes are glowing green and Steve's are a dark purple. Their dad is in jail for shooting Steve in his side a week before. Steve is ok because Alister called 911 just as Steve got hit. So now they live with their mom.
Alister's Pov
I was tried because it was three in the morning and I was helping Mollie give birth to her new foal. Yah, he was going to be a good runner. I wish Sodapop was here. We used to do this to do this all the time. I remember I won my horses was my sixteenth birth. They were all good horses. Hotomollie who I call Hot is a strong horse. I should know he almost brook my back. Gunpowder who is called Gun only loves Steve which I think is funny because animals love Steve and Steve doesn't like most animals. And last but not least Mollie called Mol is a good horse for just about anything.
"Well I got to get goin'. Where are you goin' Al.?" Bill asked me.
"Don't call me Al. and I'll say hear." I said to him and Sal.
"Ok, see you tomorrow." Sal said to me as they walked away.
"Ok" I said "Well he's a good foal Mol. What should we name him?"
"Puhhh, whiney" Mol said. Aka I can't spell horse words.
"Ok Soda it is." I said with a laugh. Oh, I can speak horse. "Well I am goin' out to the field to get some sleep." I grabbed horse stuffed animal and walked off.
I lay in the field and in the dim light looked at Ace, my horse stuffed animal. He was an old chestnut mustang toy my grandpa gave me when I was three. He gave Steve a wolf witch Steve named fluffy. No kidding, Steve Randle my twin brother the toughest Greaser I know named something "fluffy". Back to my grandpa he was the greatest person I knew. He called my The Green Eyed Mustang and Steve The Lone Wolf. He had died seven years ago tomorrow and Ace is all I have left of him.
I thought about Steve getting shot. My dad had shot him last week and he is in jail now. Steve was ok because he got shot in the side and I call the cops witch had saved my mom and me too. Steve took the shot for our mom. He had saved her life.
I yawned and rolled over. Soon I fell to sleep. I had a dream about horses, wolves, Indians and a bald eagle.
THE NEXT MORNING
"Maybe he's wild." I heard Sal say.
"He sheer is nice lookin'." Bill said
"Who the hell are you talkin' about?" I thought in a daze I got up on four legs and then it hit me. I was a horse.
This is not good.