Here's Chapter 3 for my story! Sorry I haven't updated in FOREVER. I have just been super busy. My mom had surgery): and I have had band/color guard practice almost every day and then I had to go this morning from 8 to 10 but I didn't get out 'till 12ish and then we had company. Well anyways, I am gonna quit my ramblin' and get to the story.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Sonny with a Chance, but I do own the made up characters in this story! Oh and the horses, but not in real life sadly.:/
I noticed as we talked that Kayla and Hayden had a slight accent and found out that they had moved to Australia when Sonny's cousins had an offer that they could not turn down, so they moved to Australia for a year and then Britain for six months before moving back when Sonny's oldest cousin, the unknown girl, turned sixteen.
"So she's been competing since she was fifteen?" I asked surprised.
"Nope. Since she was just ten, but we opened up the ranch when she was just eight," Kayla told me, as we pulled up through a large wrought-iron gate that had 'Ferguson Ranch' on it.
Ferguson. Ferguson. Where have I heard that before?
When we pulled through the gate, I saw horses running around in a large pastures by the gate. Near the pastures, were five huge barns, with people walking in and out of them, leading horses of all sizes and colors.
Kayla backed the trailer up to one of the front barns and just as we got out, we heard, "DANG IT! Close the gate before she gets out!"
When we looked toward where the sound was coming from, we saw a girl with long, curly brown hair, get up from the ground and brush herself off before chasing after the horse that was now running full speed towards the gate that was standing wide open.
I recognized her immediately. She was the girl from the picture! Now to figure out where I've seen her before.
"CLOSE THE DANG GATE!" The girl shouted again, but it was too late. The horse was now running around the yard. It was a good thing that the main gate was closed or that horse would've been LONG gone!
The girl jumped over the large fence and onto a large golden colored horse with a black mane and tail(it's called a buckskin. I will probably post a link or a picture of one on my profile. I think that they are sooo pretty!)that was standing tied to the fence where the girl just came from, and took off full speed, a rope in her right hand, toward the still running horse. It was a reddish, brownish color with a cream colored mane (flaxen chestnut). As she neared the horse, she twirled her rope over her head and roped the horse around it's neck. (No this does NOT hurt horses for those of you that think it does or were wondering about that). When the horse calmed down somewhat, she climbed down off of her golden colored horse and neared the other one slowly. Something must've spooked him, because he tried to bolt again, but the girl clung to the rope to where the horse was running around in circles. She tried to grab at the rope hanging from the horse's head (lead rope) but when she did, he just started running again.
"He's head shy!" the girl called to us and a guy that had run over to her, trying to help her.
"Crap!" Hayden and Kayla said, as three guys came out to help Hayden unload the horses.
"Why is that guy the only one helping her? She can easily get hurt," I told Kayla, who was holding the door open on the trailer.
Kayla just giggled at me as well as the other guys that were standing there.
"What?" I asked, looking at them.
"For your first question: That is Ty. He is the only one that my daughter will let help her when stuff like this happens. She won't even let me help her. And I'm her mother! And second: That girl knows more about horses than we do. She has gotten hurt before, trust us! She was in a riding accident when she was seventeen years old and she broke her back. She didn't cry once! I seriously think she lives her life by the song 'Cowgirls Don't Cry' by Brooks and Dunn. I am not even joking. She is very stubborn usually doesn't let her actual feelings show," Kayla told me.
"Really?" I asked her. "She didn't even cry when she broke her back?" I asked her, my eyes, I'm sure, were a mile wide.
I heard a chorus of laughter from everyone that was near the trailer. I looked over and saw that the two had caught the horse and were now walking toward us.
"You have GOT to hear this story!" Hayden laughed.
"No. She didn't cry. She didn't the farthest thing from that! She was furious with the doctors when they said that she had to have surgery and every time she tried to sit up, the nurses would push her back down. She would not give up. She made a bet with the her doctors and nurses that were taking care of her, that by the time she got out of the hospital, which was eight weeks from then, the doctor's would have new nurses coming in to take care of her by the end of each week," Kayla told me.
"Seriously?" I said, looking at Kayla and then at girl walking up towards up, her horse close behind her.
She walked up to us, and we noticed her hands were bleeding.
"What happened to your hands?" Kayla said as she looked at her daughter's hands.
"Wow…I am surprised that didn't hurt worse!" She joked as she looked at her hands.
"Did you not wear your gloves?" Kayla asked her daughter.
"Nope!" she said, popping the p.
"Go wash them off," Kayla told her daughter firmly.
"Fine…" her daughter groaned in response.