My Sweet Victory - Part 9
 By MySweetButterfly   •   5th May 2012   •   2,486 views   •   9 comments
My Sweet Victory

Warm sunlight filtered through my faded lilac curtains as the sun crept into the sky. Today was the day. Today was my race. I leapt out of bed, ran to the curtains and tore them open madly. I was met by a warm, glowing sun, blue skies all around and not a single cloud in sight. The breeze that blew in through the open window was cool; perfect conditions for racing.

I quickly changed into my riding pants and put on a polo shirt; the race wasn’t until 2:30, I would get into my racing gear then. A heavenly scent drifted into my room. Waffles; my favourite thing to have for breakfast. I galloped downstairs, following the scent to the kitchen and my mom, “Hi honey,” she attacked me with a hug, “Big day today! I’m making your favourite!” I quickly finished my waffles and dashed outside to go and see Victory. Nothing would
spoil my day.

My cheeky gray stallion was at the back of the stall, snoozing with a huge lump of hay in his mouth. I sighed; he had no idea what a big day was up ahead. Slowly I led an immaculately groomed Victory into the Blue Creek Horse Truck. I had spent the last hour grooming my Thoroughbred stallion, in preparation for the race and now it was finally time to head off.

Our ranch is situated in a quiet area of Virginia and it was going to be a long drive to Clear View Downs, where the race meeting was being held. “Easy boy,” I whispered softly as I settled him into the trailer. He stared at me for a few
seconds; a faraway look in his eyes. I chuckled quietly, “Looking forward to it?” I asked him, checking his rug and boots, to protect him from any bumps on the journey, were on properly. He snorted loudly and rested his head on my shoulder. I smiled and gazed up at him, pride swelling through me.

I had plaited his mane and I could tell he didn’t like it. “Ok then boy? We’ve got to get going,” He sighed and started attacking his hay. Typical I thought. I left him, eating his hay, and climbed into the cab. My dad was driving us there, but my mom had to stay here and keep an eye on the horses. I, of course, had wanted my mom to watch me, but someone had to look after the horses while we were gone.

After a long 2 hours in the truck, we saw the first sign, “Clear View Downs!” I burst out as we turned onto the road to the track, “First Race: 2:30 PM.” My dad smiled at me from the driving seat, “You definitely got all your racing gear?” I nodded eagerly and kept my eyes fixed on the road ahead. On both sides of the road were green fields, dotted with horses; lean thoroughbreds, flashy Appaloosas and magnificent Arabians.

We passed a sign that said “race entrants and stables parking” and turned into one of the parking lots. The sound of neighing rung in my ears and the place was crammed with horse trucks and trailers. I scrambled out of the cab and went to go and get Victory out of the trailer. His ears were pricked forward eagerly and he was stamping his hoof impatiently.

“Exited, Eh?” I led him out of the horsebox and we pushed through the busy crowds until we reached the stabling. The stable reserved for us was number 52, the one nearest to the track entry. I settled Victory inside it and took off his rug. My Dad followed me, holding Victory’s tack, “This is exciting, isn’t it?” I nodded and checked Victory over for any injuries the journey may have caused,

“All clear,” I muttered to myself. In about half an hour, the veterinarian would be checking him over anyway, but I just wanted to be sure. “I’m just going to go and put the tack away,” my dad told me, before walking away. I turned to face Victory, “You can’t wait, can you boy?” I whispered to him, “I can tell.”
So well written. I love it! It's fantastic.:)
  May 5, 2012  •  2,029 views
Makaela Marie  
Never stop writing. Ever. :P
  May 5, 2012  •  2,088 views
Double Spur Ranch  
Keep it coming!
  May 5, 2012  •  2,047 views
Deleted Accounts  
wow, i've been waiting for this! such a good series
  May 5, 2012  •  2,061 views
Doodles Forever  
Love it! I can't wait for the next part!
  May 5, 2012  •  2,047 views
That is a great story so far. I'm going back to the beginning to start it from there.
  May 5, 2012  •  2,079 views
Sapphire Flames  
yay!!!!!!!!!! can't wait to read the next part...hurry up butterfly! :P. jk, take as much time as ya need.....writing can't be rushed i always say. :)
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Love Forever  
This is amazing!
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Love Forever  
You are amazingly awesome!!!
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