Narrative-Sacrifice

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mom running out to Kelsey. In that moment, I suddenly knew what I needed to do. With a clarity that I can’t remember having before that day, I became focused and knew what needed to be done. My mom had rushed to my sister’s side, but that had left my three year old sister, Katelyn, on her pony unattended. I quickly trotted my horse towards her, dismounted, took control of both horses, and helped Katelyn off her pony. The ambulance would soon be arriving and I had to get all the horses, including the spooked mare, into the stable. A spooked horse can be extremely dangerous if no one takes control. My task was clear. I was the one who needed to corral that mare. I swallowed my fear and approached the mare. The mare’s wide eyes told me that she was still spooked and could be unpredictable. My mom’s words came to mind, “Get in front. Take the lead.” While still holding the reins of the two other horses, I reached out and grabbed the mare’s dangling reins. With Katelyn a few steps ahead of me, I led the three hoses to their stalls. When Katelyn was safely sitting on a bench where I could see her, I still had to remove the bridles and saddles of all the horses, who could have easily rejected my awkward and inexperienced handling. The ambulance and rescue workers had now arrived, and I knew that soon my mom and Kelsey would be headed to the hospital. The responsibility for the

"I'm terribly sorry, but could you point me in the direction of the nearest exit?" a kind voice from behind me said. I jumped in spite of it, I didn't hear anybody following behind me.

Tanka was a stubborn and sassy sorrel mare. I really didn’t ride her on my own because she probably would’ve taken advantage of me being a beginner. Since I couldn’t ride her on my own my sister Lisa usually rode along on Tanka while I sat behind the saddle, holding on to the edge of it for dear life. One cloudy mid September day my mom decided we should go on a trail ride. Since we didn’t have enough horses for everyone who wanted to come on the ride, my mom came up with a plan.

In March 2010, my parents decided to find another horse for me to ride. I was no longer going to Bunker Hills and I started to ride my dad’s friends horse. My dad friend ran out of time to do lessons with me. I was not able to ride. When March came my parents went horse searching to find a horse I could ride. They finally came across this sweet horse named Lucie and that month I started doing lessons on her. This horse was so special to me, I treated like she was mine and only mine. She was in away my parents leased her.

We made it to the hospital in time for them to save Derrick from any horrible damage from the bullet that was lodge centimeters away from his heart. Since he was released from the hospital three months ago he been living in my other guest room upstairs. I been by his side because he always been by mine. Even though he cheated on me and was right down disrespectful on my big day I forgave him for it all a long time ago. Come to find out the crazy and super intelligent person that shot Derrick was Carla stupid ugly ass. How I found out was because I have All Purpose under surveillance every square inch of it and she took everything off when she left out the back door and then looked directly into the camera hahahaha silly girl. Then she throws

After a few minutes, we wrangle him into his stall and go back out to bring the others in. I’ve barely clipped a lead onto Daisy (younger mare; cream fur; cautious and sweet) before I remember my own horse, Clover! She’s still out in the storm in the far paddock. Daisy ends up inside. I end up running through the mud to the last paddock, which Clover shares with a couple other horses (Minty, a strawberry roan and Milkshake, a black-and-white pinto). I can’t locate Clover through the driving rain, but I am able to clip both Milkshake and Minty onto leads and bring them in. Water runs down the back of my sweatshirt, causing me to shiver. It doesn’t matter that much. Right now, I’m focused on getting my horse

I latched Dave’s stall shut and decided to go to the house for a cold glass of iced tea. As I stared out the window looking at the horse barn, I

It was september 3 when it happen. I finally had the strength to introduce my whole family the person I wanted for my life. I already knew how everything was going to be, i’ll introduce him as my partner and they are going to act nice with him but when i'm alone with a family member they would tell me “why him?” or “you could do better”. Why did I pick him and not someone else? how come I had lasted so long with him to be able to introduce him to my family, could I do better?

I remember it like it was yesterday, the bright florescent lights that were suspended above the large gymnasium. The big blue mats that molded under my feet, the cloud of chalk that formed after every clap. Today was definitely competition day. Everyone would be there parents, teachers, family, friends, and even coaches that wanted you to be on their team. They sat crammed together like a pack of sardines watching and anticipating. All waiting for their child to have their shot at fame, to have their shot under the spotlight.

Everyone has a certain story that they want people to remember forever. Our families have had stories that have been passed down from generation to generation. All of the stories have different morals at the end of them: either the person learned a lesson at the end of it or there could have been a coming-of-age, or whatever the case may be. My story was one of disappointment and good luck.

Have any of your family feuds gone out of hand? I still remember the hot summer day in 2010. I was eight years old and just wanted to swing. Earlier that day, my mother drove my sister Passion (who was twelve years old), my brother Franklin (who was ten years old), and I to my Aunt Rosa’s house. We arrived at the same time as my cousins, Jowell (who was nine years old), Kianna (who was eight years old), and Henrique (who was seven years old).

When I turned off my phone we were pulling into the barn parking lot. Once we were parked I unbuckled then went to the trunk to get my bag and my horse's halter and lead. I walked to the barn door and called “door” we do that so that any riders or horses are aware that a person or horse is entering the barn. I put my bag at the first set of crossties then walked out to paddock 3 where my horse

We went out to the pasture to get our horses and put the saddles on them. After we were situated in our

Of course, Jessica knew everything about Jordan already, she finds out everything about everyone. I feel bad for Jordan, other people know more about her than she probably knows about herself.

I hadn’t been back since the day she left, but as soon as I arrived, it was like I hadn’t been away. The sand shifted and sank beneath my toes and the cool ocean breeze tangled through my hair. My memory led me to the hidden lagoon, and suddenly, the scintilla of doubt I had about coming back evaporated into fireworks of certainty. For the first time since she left, I could remember her uninterrupted. I closed my eyes and remembered our last day together, the most magical day of my life. The lagoon was far from prying eyes, at the edge of a labyrinthine forest, the ideal location to indulge in our surreptitious love. If we had known that this day would be our last, perhaps we would have revelled in the sunlight for a moment longer, or relished