Shattered, Smashed, Destroyed By Cheyann McDougall
Slide 3
Leaves ran across the bristly green grass, the trees waved and
the sun smiled as Amelia, Nikita and I trotted pass on our stunning
horses. I thought it was going to be a tremendous day!
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Flicka is my thoroughbred x quarter-horse mare; she has a silky
chestnut coat, a curly golden mane and tail with white glowing
coronets and a sparkly white blaze. Bear was owned by my friend
Nikita. He has a glistening black coat, a tiny white star and a
midnight black mane and tail. Dream belonged to my other friend
Amelia. She has a soft palomino coat with one thin stripe and four
gleaming socks.
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Riding for hours we stopped in amazement. Blue clear water
sprinted in a rush down the steep waterfall and flowed into the
calm pond below. White flowers with blazes of pink and red grew
around the edges. Taking a photo, it would make a beautiful master
piece in my room. After a while in this magical place we decided to
canter back home. Arriving to the new stables we covered their
glorious western saddles and locked them up in a poky musty stall.
Leading our sweaty but radiant horses up to the deck we picked out
their feet and brushed their mane and tail till they were silky
smooth, before washing them down.
Slide 6
Clip, clop, clip, crunch. Oh no! The sound of the crunch was
all I needed to know. As I walked past the ledge I must have swiped
Mums priceless locket on the ground by accident. What are you going
to do now?? Amelia said worriedly.Not sure! "I replied with a
puzzled look on my face." "How about you replace it! Nikita
answered. No she will find out! So without thinking my plan through
I hid the locket in a vase; it was a snowy white vase with graceful
blue patterns on it. Hiding Mums locket wasn't the brightest spark
that hit me. Mum,s locket is a glossy, shimmery locket, a red rosy
ruby is fitted at the top between two twinkly bars.
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Waking up the next morning fear rejected everything. I was to
afraid to go down stairs; just to see Mum and the vase sent chills
down my spine. During school time all I could think about was the
ruined locket. Entering our dazzling clean home, silence and guilt
closed in on me. My eye caught Mum as she held up the smashed,
shattered locket. Now I'm sitting in my room writing this recount
story two weeks after the locket incident. Grounded for one month I
sit in boredom, waiting til I get my freedom back.