Barrel Racing Short Story
Barrel Racing
I run in the ring on my horse all happy and proud hoping that I will win, but things turn for the worst. He's buddy sour, which means the horse doesn't want to leave the other horse. My hands can't pull hard enough, I lose control making it around only the first barrel with burns on my hands he runs back to shyann, the horse Lydia's on. I'm about to cry, Lydia is riding shyann so i'm next to her. She said, “ Lorissa you did good.”
The judges come up to me and tell me I can go again so lydia took shyann away. I was afraid that he would do it again but I just kept telling myself to never give up and that's what helped me throw it all. Lydia came back to cheer me on and then I really tried so I kicked fast and never let him take
I run in the ring on my horse all happy and proud hoping that I will win, but things turn for the worst. He's buddy sour, which means the horse doesn't want to leave the other horse. My hands can't pull hard enough, I lose control making it around only the first barrel with burns on my hands he runs back to shyann, the horse Lydia's on. I'm about to cry, Lydia is riding shyann so i'm next to her. She said, “ Lorissa you did good.”
The judges come up to me and tell me I can go again so lydia took shyann away. I was afraid that he would do it again but I just kept telling myself to never give up and that's what helped me throw it all. Lydia came back to cheer me on and then I really tried so I kicked fast and never let him take