Here Comes the Sun [r]

[Mesteria]

I am actually working on a fanfic - wow. I haven't written one is so long. Here is the "outline" for it. I'll post the first chapter ASAP.

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Here Comes The Sun
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A Thoroughbred Series Fanfiction by Mesteria


Characters [Human]
Emily Reese
Nate Reese
Christina Reese
Ashleigh Griffen
Mike Reese
Roger Covey
Parker Townsend
Samantha Nelson

Characters [Animals]
“Bo” [Best of Show; Paint gelding]
“Princess” [Wonder’s Princess; Thoroughbred mare]
“Aimee” [Aim Higher; Quarter Horse mare]

Synopsis:
Emily Reece is the daughter of Ashleigh Griffen and Mike Reece. She has found her calling in Eventing, though she truly loves Hunters. She has never seen eye-to-eye with either of her parents on horse racing and proclaims that to them every chance she gets. She marches to her own beat and is often outspoken. However, around the time Emily enters 8th grade, things begin to change. Her parents blame puberty; her sister jokes that she finally got a dose of her own medicine and her twin brother, Nate, blames himself for growing farther apart from her. But, none of that is true. Only Emily knows the truth, but she won’t talk about it.

[Mesteria]

Okay. Got the first chapter done before I figured I would. It's VERY short.

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Chapter One

“Sit tall! Shoulders back… heels down! Keep your eyes forward!”

The man’s voice carried across the arena and, upon reaching my ears, I winced. The summer heat was getting the best of me: my breeches were sticking to my legs, my hair was stuck to the back of my neck and the flashy Paint gelding beneath me was growing tired. His canter was empty and hollow and I really had to use my body to keep him going. I listened to the tall man in the middle of the ring at Whisperwood Farm, gritting my teeth and pretending that everything was fine. Bo, the dark bay-and-white Paint that was working underneath me, must have felt my energy increase and suddenly he was awake. He gave a small buck (which I couldn’t help but smile at) and continued around the sandy outdoor arena at a slightly faster pace.

“Ease him up,” the voice called again. “And cool him out.”

I obeyed, like I always did, and patted Bo’s neck when he dropped to a walk. I felt flushed, with the wind not whipping at my face like it had done at the canter. The man in the middle began to waltz toward me and I stopped Bo. The gelding was somewhat winded, but this was the normal routine. He let out his breath as the man neared and I felt compelled to do the same. I don’t know if it was because Bo & I always did because of what usually came next… or if it was because I actually missed what usually came next. Normally, the man in the middle of the ring was named Roger. He was twenty-five, a great rider and a fabulous trainer. He had been employed here at Whisperwood for a little over a year. The older girls all had crushes on him. But, he didn’t like them. He liked me, a fourteen-year-old girl who was going into ninth grade. Normally, after our private lessons, Roger would make his way toward me. Normally, when he would reach me, he would touch me. And I would let him. Because this is how it has been for a year now. Normally, he would reach his hand up around my head (after making sure no one was around) and pull my head toward him for a kiss. Normally, I would allow this and close my eyes when he would whisper, “I love you” into my ear. Normally, I would say it back. And mean it with all my heart.

This time was different, though. Roger was out of the state, visiting family. Today, my instructor was Parker Townsend, my older sister’s fiancé. Parker was twenty-three, handsome and a fantastic guy. My sister sure had gotten lucky with him. I wished for a guy like that. Wait. No. I had Roger. He was better. Yes, he was. I nodded to myself, believing in Roger so much that I felt the urge to cry. Parker stopped in his tracks and stared at me.

Stop it. Stop looking at me. What are you doing? Only Roger is allowed to look at me. I felt naked before Parker. I felt dirty. I was a whore. Roger was the only man that had seen me naked… I was his.

“He’s not going to cool himself out,” Parker said, fighting back a smile. I stared at him. If Roger sees us, I thought, I’ll be in so much trouble. Clearing Roger from my mind, I moved Bo away from Parker and began to think about what I could say to Parker. I could talk about the lesson. I could talk about the new mare at the barn, Aimee. Or how the wedding plans were going. How’s Foxy doing? What do you think about Roger? Can I tell you a secret? I wanted so badly to tell Parker what has been happening – what will continue to happen until I finally stick up for myself. I can imagine myself telling Parker everything – from the very beginning to just two days ago, before Roger left me. Instead, I chose to not say anything. I stared down at Bo’s colored mane and closed my eyes. What would it be like to fall asleep and not wake up until I was ready to handle all of this? I knew that it would never happen. But, it certainly would be nice.

“Hi, Parker!”

I snapped my head up and my eyes fluttered open at the sound of another voice, waking me from this daydream. If only my time where Roger were a dream. Walking down from the barn was a line of little girls leading their ponies. I smiled at the picture. All of these girls, who aged no older than ten, liked Parker. They were happy for his getting married, but secretly wished that he were marrying them. They enjoyed their lessons with him – and I think Parker enjoyed instructing them. I stopped Bo and reached down to check his chest; he felt a little cooler. Nothing a nice, cold hose-down couldn’t fix.

“Come on, bud,” I said to the gelding, walking him down the gate as the girls entered. “I’ll hose you off, but then I’ve got to go home.”

[horselover]

Wow, great start. I love all the emotion in that chapter. I can't wait for more.

[horselover]

Are you still writing this? I love the start, and I look forward to more/