Trisher Nicole Married Who

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

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Disclaimer: Wouldn't dream of it Trisher...;)...LoL, I AM evil. I AM the ultimitest evilly person ever! I don't know, I have been thinking of that...would you honestly be that mad if I did?

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Chapter 68

Impossible

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Trisher was following me out, as usualy ranting about my craziness.

"Are you crazy? Don't answer that, it's rhetorical. I mean, really,-,"

I quit listening at some point.

"-And, you are crazy, I mean, she's grown up on the back of a horse, of course she going to win."

I heard that, and cleared my throat.

"Ahem." I said "Hate to interupt you bashing me, but I am a wonderful barrel racer."

Trisher had forgotten that.

"What?"

I sighed. I used to ride two horses. A huge muscular Arabian named Ghost, and a beautiful, yet stubborn chesnut named Kenny. "Look," I said "I know how to race, I'm just as good as she is, if not better, and I am going to whoop her good."

"Yeah, right." said Trisher, who was like a total doubter. "It's not that I doubt your talent, just I doubt your talent."

I snorted. "You always doubt me!" I wailed.

We went back to the library, I figured that the maids just gave up, because it was still messy from my ransack of my duffel.

"I give up on you." said Trisher, throwing clothes and shoes at me, which I caught and threw back into my duffel. "You say that everyday." I replied. "You are the stubborness giver-upper ever."

"Huh?"

"Do you know how many people have given up on me? And meant it. Miss Conley, she labeled me an incompetent trouble maker, and Mr. Wally-world took away my books, telling me I couldn't read, and then he gave them back, because he gave up trying to find all of them."

Trisher thought about that for a movement. She didn't have anything to say.

"Well," Trisher said. "It is impossible to teach you Math."I mean, you can't even spell 'calculater'" I laughed, so true.

I once again began rummaging through my duffel, taking out everything that I had just put in.

"Ai!" Trisher yelled, and flopped on a couch. "You are impossible."

"Nooooo..." I said, with a grin. "I'm just hard to deal with."

I dug out a pair of jeans and my combats, the closest thing I had to boots.

I disapeared for a minute, then re-apeared, clad in my jeans and boots, and T-shirt.

"Let's go." I said, walking away.

Trisher's head popped up. "Where?"

"Like I'm telling you."

"IMPOSSIBLE!" Trisher yelled at the back of my head, but she did get up and follow me.

She followed me to the stables, where I found two horses that I wanted. One was Aracaran, and the other was an old short, stubby, pony. Perfect for Trisher.

I sadled them both.

"What are you doing with two horses?" asked Trisher.

"I only have one, the other's for you."

"No."

"C'mon..."

"Of all your hair-brained ideas, I am not getting on a horse Paige Marissa."

"Fine." I said, and I unsaddle the old pony, and led both Aracaran and Trisher out into a huge field. "You might want to go to the sidelines." I told Trisher. Trisher went and sat on the fence.

I ran back into the barn, and set up the barrels, like you would in a Barrel Race.

I got on Aracaran, and trotted him around for awhile, then began to race.

I saw Trisher's jaw drop, I rode up next to the fence.

"Whatcha think?"

"I think you have good a chance of winning!"

By then it was dark, so I took Aracaran back to the stable, untacked him, wiped him down, fed and watered him, then we went back to the library, to sleep in for tomorrow's race.

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"I do not doubt his heart, only the reach of his arm." -Eomer, RotK