Author: luv2sing628 PM
massie is going out w/ derrington and she takes him to galwaugh to go horseback riding! but massie gets a little too competitive on the horses... she really "FALLS" for derrington! oh that was a good one! just R&RRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Massie B. & Derrington - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,575 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 02-24-09 - Published: 02-15-09 - id: 4866739
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Ok, I know I said I would only post ch 3 when I get 10 reviews, but I'm tired of waiting, and besides, I almost have ten… as for the story: Okay now we're getting somewhere (wink wink)… hope you like!
"Mass, I think you're taking this competition way to seriously." Derrington called from a long way behind me. "Slow down!"
"Sorry, Derr. I haven't rode Brownie in a really long time. Just let me be."
"Fine, but I'm not gonna get any faster than this!"
I grinned. Riding Brownie, having boys follow me, this was the life! Without realizing, I gained speed, and pretty soon I was racing down the trail. With my hair blowing in my face, I laughed freely.
All of a sudden, there was a jolt in the path. Brownie stopped short and quickly kicked up her front legs. With great force I was thrown off Brownie's back, and flying through the air, my back smashed up against something hard. The wind was knocked out of me, and I crumpled to the ground. I took one last look at the piercing blue sky before I let the blackness consume me.
"Massie, wait up!" I called. Massie was riding so fast I couldn't see her anymore. "Massie?"
I tried to go faster, but I guess Junior was incapable of doing so, because he just harrumphed at me and continued to trot at a leisurely pace. I groaned.
"C'mon, Junior. Please? For me? For Massie? Just a little faster."
As I got farther in the path, I saw Brownie in the distance. It looked like she was standing still. And where was Massie? Was it just me, or was Massie not on her horse? Puzzled, I lifted myself off of Junior. Figuring I would run faster than Junior could ever go (since I was on track team), I started to jog up to where Brownie was standing.
"Massie, why'd you stop? D'ya feel bad for me? Massie?" I called out. As I neared the sight, I realized that Massie was nowhere to be seen.
"Massie?" I called. "Massie? Mass-" My breath was cut off short when I turned around. There was Massie, sprawled out at the base of a tree, lying face down in the mud.
"Massie?" I squeaked. I ran over to her, and turned her over so the mud wouldn't block her nose and mouth and suffocate her. Her body was covered in mud, and there was some blood on the spots that I was guessing she hit into the tree.
I remembered in health class in sixth grade, we had learned that if someone was hurt, we shouldn't lift them, because it might hurt them even more. I tried to remember what we were supposed to do, and the only thing I came up with was to call 9-1-1. It was reasonable, and quick, too. I wasn't sure how injured Massie was, or if she could breathe or not.
I pulled out my old Nokia and dialed.
"Hello?" said a rough, dull voice.
"Hi, um, my friend here kind of, um, fell of her horse and um, hit a tree, I think." I stuttered.
"Where are you located?" The man's voice was completely uncalming and harsh.
"Um, at some horse place? I think it's called… something with a G… Gartlaw's… Gladwin's… uh… can't you track the call or something?"
"We'll see what we can do, sir. Don't touch or move your friend. Is she seriously injured?"
"Um, I'm not sure."
"Okay. Don't worry, sir. We've tracked your call, and it seems you are at Galwaugh. Does that name sound familiar?"
"Yes, sir. I think that's where I am."
"Okay. We're on our way."
I flipped my phone shut and sat down on a tree stump next to Massie's head. Stroking her hair, I sighed. This was going to be a long day.