Post by Pip on Aug 17, 2006 11:54:51 GMT -5
This is a story about an Arabian 14 year-old, called Atiya, who dreams of owning a horse of her own. She has watched races many times on a restuarant's television, and adores horses so much, but is too poor to get one. Atiya's parents are poor, and make their living selling rubbish recycled into crockery/jewellery etc.
One day, Atiya's father is arrested, for a murder he did not commit. Atiya's mother has a mental breakdown and Atiya goes with her to live with her great-aunt, a well-off English woman, who is their closest known relative. She has a large stables with many horses, and quickly selects a white mare with a black mane and tail called Melody, who she often rides. She makes friends with the groom, a 16 year-old called Thalia.
Her great-aunt sends her to school where she makes a few friends, all of whom love riding. On her 14th birthday, she invites her friends to come to her new home and hack out with her, spend the night camping in the nearby wood, and ride home the next morning. This is where the story really begins.
Characters to play (crossed out are taken):
Atiya: 14, schoolgirl. Favourite horse(s): Melody
Thalia: 16, groom. Favourite horse(s): Shock and Chess
Cass (Cassandra-Jane): 14, schoolgirl Favourite horse(s): Dinosaur
Cec (Cecily): 13, schoolgirl. Favourite horse(s): Chess
Minnie (Mildred) 13, schoolgirl. Favourite horse(s): Mars
Eleanor: 14, schoolgirl. Favourite horse(s): Stormy
Abbi (Abigail): 14, schoolgirl. Favourite horse: Shadow
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"So, Thalia, who will you be riding?" I asked the groom, who was tightening Melody's girth as I pulled down the stirrups.
"Cec will want to ride Chess, won't she?" Thalia replied, "So I'll ride Shock." I nodded, and mounted Melody, who gave a little snort and tossed her elegant head, her black mane whipping againt her paper-white ears, streaming in the breeze.
Thalia ran to fetch Shock and tack him up, while I rode out onto the driveway to greet my guests, a large backpack on my back.
Just as I reached the drive, Cassandra-Jane's car pulled up, and she kissed her father before leaping out, cltching a large bag.
"Hiya, Cass!" I called, waving.
"Hello, Atiya!" Cass called, in her neat, clipped accent. "Who am I riding?"
"Whoever you like," I replied, as Cass shut the gate behind her. "If I were you, I'd ride Dinosaur, he's the right size for you." Cass nodded.
"He's my favourite as well!"
One by one, my other friends arrived, except for Eleanor and Abbi, who came together as they were sisters. They all chose their horses, and, with Thalia's help, tacked them up and mounted them.
When we were all ready, I opened the gate and we all rode out. Thalia, bringing up the rear, shut in behind us, and we trotted along the road, towards Halloway Wood.
When we arrived at the wood, we cantered around the edge until we had gone about halfway aroud, when we slowed to a walk and weaved through the pine trees to a large clearing, flooded with warm, golden sunlight. We halted our ponies and dismounted, before removing their tack and placing it on fallen logs, covering them with tarpaulin.
From Thalia's backpack we extracted a tent, and we built it while the tethered ponies grazed nearby. When we had finished, we all went inside, and layed out our sleeping bags. Thalia's stuff was in my rucksack with mine, as Thalia had brought the tent.
A few hours later, it was dusk. We had a roaring fire on which we had a pan of boiling water filled with pasta. In the flames was an egg wrapped in tinfoil. Poking the egg out, I plonked it in a bowl and shelled it, before mashing it with a fork. Thalie drained the water from the pasta and added the pasta to my large bowl. We stirred the egg into it, and sponned it onto plates for everyone.
After we had eaten, we went into the tent and...
One day, Atiya's father is arrested, for a murder he did not commit. Atiya's mother has a mental breakdown and Atiya goes with her to live with her great-aunt, a well-off English woman, who is their closest known relative. She has a large stables with many horses, and quickly selects a white mare with a black mane and tail called Melody, who she often rides. She makes friends with the groom, a 16 year-old called Thalia.
Her great-aunt sends her to school where she makes a few friends, all of whom love riding. On her 14th birthday, she invites her friends to come to her new home and hack out with her, spend the night camping in the nearby wood, and ride home the next morning. This is where the story really begins.
Characters to play (crossed out are taken):
Cec (Cecily): 13, schoolgirl. Favourite horse(s): Chess
Minnie (Mildred) 13, schoolgirl. Favourite horse(s): Mars
Eleanor: 14, schoolgirl. Favourite horse(s): Stormy
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"So, Thalia, who will you be riding?" I asked the groom, who was tightening Melody's girth as I pulled down the stirrups.
"Cec will want to ride Chess, won't she?" Thalia replied, "So I'll ride Shock." I nodded, and mounted Melody, who gave a little snort and tossed her elegant head, her black mane whipping againt her paper-white ears, streaming in the breeze.
Thalia ran to fetch Shock and tack him up, while I rode out onto the driveway to greet my guests, a large backpack on my back.
Just as I reached the drive, Cassandra-Jane's car pulled up, and she kissed her father before leaping out, cltching a large bag.
"Hiya, Cass!" I called, waving.
"Hello, Atiya!" Cass called, in her neat, clipped accent. "Who am I riding?"
"Whoever you like," I replied, as Cass shut the gate behind her. "If I were you, I'd ride Dinosaur, he's the right size for you." Cass nodded.
"He's my favourite as well!"
One by one, my other friends arrived, except for Eleanor and Abbi, who came together as they were sisters. They all chose their horses, and, with Thalia's help, tacked them up and mounted them.
When we were all ready, I opened the gate and we all rode out. Thalia, bringing up the rear, shut in behind us, and we trotted along the road, towards Halloway Wood.
When we arrived at the wood, we cantered around the edge until we had gone about halfway aroud, when we slowed to a walk and weaved through the pine trees to a large clearing, flooded with warm, golden sunlight. We halted our ponies and dismounted, before removing their tack and placing it on fallen logs, covering them with tarpaulin.
From Thalia's backpack we extracted a tent, and we built it while the tethered ponies grazed nearby. When we had finished, we all went inside, and layed out our sleeping bags. Thalia's stuff was in my rucksack with mine, as Thalia had brought the tent.
A few hours later, it was dusk. We had a roaring fire on which we had a pan of boiling water filled with pasta. In the flames was an egg wrapped in tinfoil. Poking the egg out, I plonked it in a bowl and shelled it, before mashing it with a fork. Thalie drained the water from the pasta and added the pasta to my large bowl. We stirred the egg into it, and sponned it onto plates for everyone.
After we had eaten, we went into the tent and...