Katie's POV
As I get to the stable I suck in all the air I can muster. I love the smell of a nice clean stable.
cinnamon is my horse. she's a paint, white and a tannish brown. She has been in many competitions before, but she's always had trouble with bucking her rider off.
Last time I was here, about two months ago, Cinnamon bucked me off, and required me to get surgery. my knee cap had been shattered, and my arm broke. luckily, I healed pretty quickly.
I missed the stable so much.
As I head to Cinnamon's stall, I get nervous. she scares me, and the doctor said that if she bucks me again, I'll have a severe concussion, and won't be able to use the left side of my body, from all the damage. Doc also said that is cinnamon bucks be off again, she might have to be put to sleep.
I just can't let her buck me. for her sake. she can't help that she had been mistreated all her life and the only person she really trusts is me. she still bucks me now, but not as hard as she did when we got her a year ago.
As I get up onto her saddle, I feel the tension in the air. she's thinking about the last accident. I just know it.
I start riding her into the ring.
"Easy girl. you can do it. do it for me, and for your own life. if you buck me you'll die."
"Neiggggggghhhhhh."
Oh no. Don't buck. don't buck. don't buck. oh cinnamon please don't buck.
"Neigggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh"
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhgggggggggg!"
"Neigh"
"Help me" I muster.
"Please. someone hel.......p." I squeak.