Hope - (short story version)

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My name is Meredith Coleman.  My whole life, I have wondered what it would be like to become a professional horse back rider.  But with my horse, Sweetie, I know I will be one some day.  Sweetie is a white mustang with dark brown eyes and long hair.

When I was little, my mom would take me to the stables every Saturday and I would ride different horses.  My mom would help me ride horses along the way, but when I turned 8, I told her I was ready to ride on my own. At first, I was nervous, but I gradually got the hang of it.  After 5 minutes of riding, my horse stumbled over a huge rock.  I fell down, and broke my arm. 

After I met Sweetie, I knew that I could trust her.  I have ridden her for the past 3 years, and I don't want that to change.

Today is Sunday, (my favorite day) in which most people find strange. I woke up at 10:00am, noticing my alarm clock on my dresser.  I put on my reindeer slippers I got last year, grabbed my water off my nightstand, and walked downstairs.  My mom was just standing in the kitchen, drinking orange juice, with tears running down her face.

"Um... good morning..."  I said, confused.

"Meredith, I need to talk to you." My mom said, tragically.

"Y-y-yes?"  I hesitated.

"Meredith, I hate to tell you this, put Sweetie..."

"Sweetie what?"

"Sweetie past away last night."  My mom sniffed.

"What?!" I cried and screamed at the same time.

"Meredith, I just got a call from the stables and they said that she was a really old horse and it was time."

"No! It's not time!" I grabbed my coat, and ran to the stables.  When I got to the stables, I couldn't help but notice a huge truck that read, "Budweiser."  Afterwards, I saw a small horse in one of the stalls.  I cried, and thought of Sweetie when she was a pony.

"What are you doing in here?" A tall man said, and pushed me aside.

"I am sorry to disturb you sir.  I just couldn't help but notice that incredible horse."

"Oh, that is our newest Budweiser horse.  Her name is Hope."  The man said.

"Is she for sale?"

"Not Exactly.  But, you can train her for upcoming events for when she's older ."

"I will train her and I'll teach her all of the best I know."

"Wow, that's great!  Thanks so much!"  The tall man said.

"No, thank you."  I said, as I walked Hope out of the stall, then towards my house."

Even though Hope is my horse now, I will never forget Sweetie.  Sweetie took care of me, so now it is my turn to take care of Hope. 

*Thank you Sweetie for always being there for me. I will never forget you. From your friend, Meredith*

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