A/N my name is not really Rachel that is just my character.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight but I do own Rachel and Luna (because I'm her owner get it? lol)
Rachel's POV:
Beep, Beep, Beep! Joy, its my 17th Birthday! I thought sarcastically as I get up to go turn my alarm clock off. This means I will be delayed going to work. Great just what I need! I wanted to get there early! Well there go my plans. My thoughts continued. I sigh and pull my clothes on. I wore my favorite pants, my blue t-shirt and my old dusty black cowboy boots. Why are they called cowboy boots why not cowgirl boots? That's just sexist although it sounds better cowboy intend of cowgirl but still…I thought to myself as I tugged on my boots. Oh well, let's get this over with. I walked over to my door and opened it slowly and checked to see if anyone was out in the hallway. No one was. I slowly crept down the hall to the bathroom and closed the door quickly. I looked in the mirror and saw my green eyes looking back. I brushed my hair and put it into a ponytail. Then I brushed my teeth, and put mascara, eyeliner, and eye shadow on.
I opened the door and nearly screamed but quickly stifled it when I saw it was only my dog, Luna. I quietly went to the stairs, and then I tiptoed down them trying to make the least amount of noise possible with boots on. It took all of my concentration to not trip. Luna fallowed me down. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bag of chips for lunch. I walked quickly and quietly to the front door hoping against hope I wouldn't be caught. With my luck I would. I guess it's my lucky day. I thought as I hoped into my neon green 2007 Ford Truck F150. The sides had a black stripe going across them. It looked pretty cool. I got it for my 16th birthday I never saw another car in that color. Those colors were destined to be my barn colors when I got a stable set up. But the colors would be switched to black with neon trim.
Luna and I got in the truck and slowly drove away to make sure no one woke up. As soon as we hit the street I drove faster. When I got to the barn I started to clean stalls. I was just wondering where Jasper was when he walked in. "Happy Birthday Rachel." he greeted me. "Mmmhmmm." I replied, not at all happy that it was. "What's wrong?" He asked. "I don't like all the attention I get on my birthday." I replied. "Oh." Was all he said and let the subject drop. Jasper was the main trainer here. I was the stud trainer though. After I finished cleaning the stalls, I got my horse and tacked him up. He was an all black Arabian stallion named Zameel, which meant friend in Arabian. Zameel and I had gone through heaven and hell together, we had learned with each other. I had watched him be born; the first time we had looked into each other's eyes I felt a connection with him, as if our souls had connected.
Zameel had been my first horse. I had bought him when I was 10 when he was born. I had used all the money to my name to buy him. I had been saving for awhile. We were born on the same day but I was 10 years older than him. Since it was his birthday today I had made his favorite treat: a carrot cake cupcake, with loads of blue frosting. It was blue frosting because that was the only kind he would eat; if it were any other color he would spit it out. I went out into the arena and lunged Zameel for an hour and a half then got on him and rode him for another hour after that. When I untacked him he was barely sweaty. We had always worked on endurance riding because you can always use a horse with endurance. For a seven year old his endurance was amazing.
I put him in his stall and fed him first. If he didn't get his food first he would throw a hissy fit. I brought in the horses from the pastures and put them in their stalls. Then I fed and watered each of them. I was once again wondering where Jasper was when he came in from the out door arena with a sweaty horse that he had been riding. The horse was a bay Arabian mare that I was thinking of breeding to Zameel when she went into heat. Her name was Gameela, which meant beautiful in Arabian. Jasper untacked her and rubbed her dry. Then he put her in her stall.
I was just watching Zameel eat, when I noticed a sharp piece of metal on the stall door. I tried to bend it but I sliced my finger on the sharp edge and it started to bleed. I cursed under my breath and stepped back from the stall. I started to walk to the office to get a bandaid, and then I saw Jasper. He was tense and his eyes were pitch black. He was staring at my finger. I called his name softly and his eyes snapped to mine before he jumped at me. I backpedaled fast and hit a wall. He was advancing slowly still staring at my finger. I backed into a corner. He kept getting closer and closer. I was shaking with fear. He stopped within three feet of me and lunged for me.
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