His Red Motorbike (On Hold)

His Red Motorbike- Chapter 1

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                                                                       Chapter 1

I stuck my head out the car window, letting the wind whip my hair and minor worries away. I laughed airily into the wind. I closed my eyes for the rest of the drive home. When Mom parked the car and I hopped out,  I was stopped with a cry of astonishment. I turned to see Mom staring at my wild dirty blonde hair, tousled in all directions. “Adela go brush your hair! It looks a mess!” she exclaimed with a sense of horror. I groaned and rolled my eyes. “Mom I’m 15. You can’t tell me to go brush my hair like I’m 6 anymore. We are not expecting anyone and I like my hair like this.” I told her while gently running my fingers through my thick curls. She gave me a disapproving look before taking the groceries in. I decided to stay outside for a bit so I could soak in the beautiful weather. I couldn’t help but enjoy the early summer days. They weren’t too hot but just enough to go swimming. I sat down on the porch for a few minutes, but quickly grew bored. What should I do for the rest of the morning? I looked up at the empty blue sky for a moment thinking, then came to a decision. I ran into the house and upstairs to my room to change.

  I changed out of my nice "going out" clothes from grocery shopping and into my much more comfortable "horsey" clothes. Give me cargo shorts and tank top over a skirt  and blouse any day! I looked myself over in the mirror. I had dirty blonde hair that fell down to just past my shoulders. It could alternate from curly to straight, depending how and when I washed it. Personally I prefer curly, I don't want to be like every other girl in America wish stick straight hair. Eck. My face was slightly oval shaped, but not quite. My eyes were a deep ocean blue, though sometimes they changed colors. I wasn't tall. In fact I was probably about 5'3'' or 5'4''. I was skinny but curvy where it counts.

I jumped up and ran outside and around to the front of the house where the field was. Ballerina saw me coming and met me at the gate. I couldn’t help but grin at my little horsey. Well “little” is not the right word. She was little for her size but Ballerina was a Tinker horse, a draft horse.

“Hey gorgeous girl!” I exclaimed with happiness as I opened the gate. Ballerina snorted and put her head over my shoulder, giving me a hug. “Yea I love you too Bella.” I said using her nickname. “I just came to make sure you and Bud don’t get thirsty later. I will come back out to play this evening.” I told Bella. She just looked at me with eyes that were asking for treats. I smiled but shook my head and occupied myself with turning on the hose and carrying it over to the water trough. Bud- short for Budweiser- who had been resting in the shade saw me and thought I had food. He came galloping over and almost immediately patted down my pockets with his nose. When the Shetland found nothing, he gently tugged at my shorts in frustration. 

I laughed and told him “Sorry Bud. Like I told Ballerina, I’m just here to make sure you have plenty to drink today. I will come out to play this evening.”

Sometimes I wondered if it was weird to have entire conversations with my horses. Well I am a bit of a goof. My friends say I still have the innocent soul of a child, but in a good way. I’m not immature or whiny. I just like to enjoy every moment of my life and not stress out about school. 

After refilling the trough and switching off the water I went back up to the house to eat some lunch. I reached the back door in time to see a guy leave on a dark red motorcycle. I watched him turn onto the main road and rev his engines- scaring the horses in the process- and drive away. I didn’t know him nor had I seen a motorcycle in the driveway. He must have pulled up while I was in the field. I hadn’t heard him though. I shrugged and walked into the kitchen. Mom was in the process of making Mac & Cheese and Drew my brother was busy playing a video game. “Who was that with the motorbike?” I asked Mom as I sat down at the bar with a glass of water.