Race the Wind
~By Lady*Knight*Mage
Disclaimer: As you all know I do not own any characters you have ever read it about in any Tamora Pierce book. I do own everything else though, and that includes the plot! So don't take it!
*Prologue*
"Gabby, hurry up, you're going to be late!" Mrs. Brophy yelled up the stairs at her seventeen-year old daughter.
"Hold on a sec, I'm on the last page of Page," Gabe responded.
"Gabrielle Brophy, I really am thrilled that you love reading so much now, but if you are not down here in 10 seconds I will forbid you read any more books by Tamora Pierce for as long as you are a minor living in my house, which may only be three months but still!"
Seven seconds later Gabe was stumbling down the stairs, her waist length red hair flying around her, "Gosh, lighten up, Mom. I just finished reading all the Tamora Pierce books for the fourth, yes fourth, time."
"I really don't think that excuse is going to cut it when we end up ten minutes late for a dinner where YOU are the guest of honor," Mrs. Brophy told her daughter.
"Like they'll care."
"Honey, you are Summer Spring's best jockey, remember? Mr. Plankton's farm never would have taken off if you hadn't gotten your jockey's license when you did. They just want to show they appreciate your riding in the Breeders Cup Classic for them." Gabe was, at 5'3" the ideal height and build for a jockey.
"You call three races a day appreciation? They're not the only stable I get rides from, you know."
"Let's just go, NOW," Mrs. Brophy retorted, ending the conversation.
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"... And in conclusion I would like to thank Gabrielle Brophy for riding our farm's pride, Dream Roamer, in the Breeders Cup Classic next week!" concluded Mr. Plankton in his little pep- talk.
"Well that was uneventful," muttered Gabe as she left the restaurant.
"Really, Gabby, you should try to have a more optimistic view on life. Next year you will be going to college, remember?" prompted Mrs. Brophy.
"Okay, whatever," Gabe said as she and her mother got into the car.
~By Lady*Knight*Mage
Disclaimer: As you all know I do not own any characters you have ever read it about in any Tamora Pierce book. I do own everything else though, and that includes the plot! So don't take it!
*Prologue*
"Gabby, hurry up, you're going to be late!" Mrs. Brophy yelled up the stairs at her seventeen-year old daughter.
"Hold on a sec, I'm on the last page of Page," Gabe responded.
"Gabrielle Brophy, I really am thrilled that you love reading so much now, but if you are not down here in 10 seconds I will forbid you read any more books by Tamora Pierce for as long as you are a minor living in my house, which may only be three months but still!"
Seven seconds later Gabe was stumbling down the stairs, her waist length red hair flying around her, "Gosh, lighten up, Mom. I just finished reading all the Tamora Pierce books for the fourth, yes fourth, time."
"I really don't think that excuse is going to cut it when we end up ten minutes late for a dinner where YOU are the guest of honor," Mrs. Brophy told her daughter.
"Like they'll care."
"Honey, you are Summer Spring's best jockey, remember? Mr. Plankton's farm never would have taken off if you hadn't gotten your jockey's license when you did. They just want to show they appreciate your riding in the Breeders Cup Classic for them." Gabe was, at 5'3" the ideal height and build for a jockey.
"You call three races a day appreciation? They're not the only stable I get rides from, you know."
"Let's just go, NOW," Mrs. Brophy retorted, ending the conversation.
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"... And in conclusion I would like to thank Gabrielle Brophy for riding our farm's pride, Dream Roamer, in the Breeders Cup Classic next week!" concluded Mr. Plankton in his little pep- talk.
"Well that was uneventful," muttered Gabe as she left the restaurant.
"Really, Gabby, you should try to have a more optimistic view on life. Next year you will be going to college, remember?" prompted Mrs. Brophy.
"Okay, whatever," Gabe said as she and her mother got into the car.
