Disclaimer: I do not own the saddle club I wish I did and maybe I might make a newer series when I get older. I also don't own $1,000. Thx for reading and reviewing!
Pen Pal
Ch1
Scooter
'I was finally on my own independent... No parents to take charge. My mum and dad where gardeners, and owned a huge castle in Scotland. I have $1,000 so I need to get to Uncle's, get a job, and make friends,' I thought while waiting to get off my plane. My uncle knew this guy that owned a café by a riding stables and gets plenty of customers. 'I think I should work there!'
"Ticket," I looked up to see a tall dark skinned woman with reading glassed on a string around her neck. I handed her my ticket and she placed her glasses on the tip of her nose, read the ticket, then handed my ticket back, and then took off her glasses. She repeated this with every person after me. 'Why doesn't she just leave those on?' I questioned myself. I left the unloading area and went to the baggage claim. I noticed that a lot of them where labeled 'horse blanket' or 'horse harness / grooming supplies' There where a lot like this I took it that in this area that most people had horses. I noticed my bag had already arrived and I grabbed setting my carryon on top of it. I hurried to the buss load just in time and got on the bus that led strait to my uncles.
When I gave the busman a coin I noticed he had a scar on his left eye. It looked like it was burned. He had a bunch of tattoos on his upper right arm. He looked like a drunk in a bus driver's suit. I was quite nerves when I red the logo on the man's coat. It read, "We'll get you to you place with out any worry, hopefully" Hopefully... The same logo was on his hat as well, then I when to take a seat.
'Wow. What horses!' I was looking out the window of the bus to see that snow had fallen on the trees with twelve wild horses galloping through them. There was a river coming up and as we went over the bridge the horses soared over the river in a giant leap! As we turned right they went strait to dodge some more trees then rest in a small patch of green grass.
"Beautiful," said the man beside, he had a strong New England accent me "Just like in me painting... The horses I inquire to." He said looking at me directly.
I cleared my throat. "Yes, they are amazing. Wonder if any person could tame one?"
"Heavens no! They are Gods creatures and they are free..." the old man went into a daze, "but school horses my boy are the ones that are already trained and happy to let a parson ride him."
"Hmm..." Was my reply to that. "Oh! Wait this is my stop!" I called pulling a string to ring a bell and the bus screeched to a stop and I got off.
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First Chap. I will have more keep Reading and Reviewing! Thanx a mill.