𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎'𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚟

My alarm started blaring. I stopped it and opened my eyes. A blinding light was coming into my eyes. After a few times of blinking I saw my surroundings.
I was in the living room. George sleeping with his head in my lap. I stretched my back and then gently shook George.

Mike: "time to wake up George. We've got a competition to win."

He groaned and opened his eyes to also see us still on the couch. He sat up and I got out from underneath him. I ruffled his hair while waking past him up the stairs. I grabbed my white show shirt/polo and my white riding pants. I placed my basic black socks on and then placed my hair in a low bun with all strands in there. I placed the little net over it where little diamonds made it shiny. I took my black sweats and ran down the stairs. While I tied it right around my waist so it would fall down. George was now changed as well. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a dark blue button up. I took a few banana's, apples and cookies for the day to eat. I dropped 2 bottles of water in my bag as well. I ran back up the stairs and walked back down with 2 more bags and my saddle as I have another one for show jumping. George took the bags from me and walked after me to the front door. There were now 3 bags and my saddle lying there. I grabbed my Red Bull racing rain coat and placed it on. I zipped it up and looked to George standing next to me in a black Mercedes rain coat.

Mike: "ready?"

George: "yep."

I looked on my watch to see it was 5:30AM. We were 10 minutes earlier then planned which was great. I grabbed a bag and saddle while George grabbed the other 2 bags. We walked out of my apartment and to my black Honda. I opened the trunk and we placed everything in there. I threw George the keys and he caught them. We both got in and the radio was softly playing as we drove to Zaprin. My eyes closed as my head leaned against the seat. I opened my eyes when my hand was picked up and a soft tender kiss was placed on it. I looked to my side and saw George's lips leave my hand. His thumb softly rubbing over the back of my hand.

George: "no sleeping we are there in 7 minutes."

A soft giggle escaped my mouth before we both stayed silent for the remaining minutes. We finally arrived and we placed all my stuff in my little horse truck. It had place for 2 horses and was very nice. I took Zaprin out from the field and washed her white legs to get them clean again. I then started knotting. George was staring at me the whole time making me a little shy and rosy. I placed a Bordeaux red travel blanket on and closed all the clasps as well as the traveling boots. I loaded her on the trailer and then George started the engine of the small truck. We took a quick selfie and I posted it on my Instagram story: 'Georgie tagging along to help me out today with Zaprin!' I uploaded and then placed my phone away. I took a file out of my bag and started looking thru it to get my parcours in my head a bit more. I counted the strides and which lines were the fastest and nicest.
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We just came back in the truck. I rode my 2 rounds with Zapster. Everything was loaded again and a good first and third place was where I finished. 2 ribbons were in my hand as I clicked the seatbelt on. One of them orange as a first place and a white one as a third place. I also got a white saddle pad with the first place that I packed in the back of the truck. A sigh left my mouth as I rubbed my eyes.

George: "tired?"

Mike: "very. We should go to a drive-thru to get some dinner. It's already 18:30 and we won't be at the stables before 19:20."

George: "I saw a McDonalds 10 minutes away from here. That good?"

Mike: "cheat day it is."

A laugh escaped his mouth as we got on the highway. We got some food form the McDonald's this time George paid and we were back on the highway to drive the last 40 minutes. The radio playing thru the seating part while we ate our food. When we arrived at the stable we quickly cleaned everything and then got into my car to drive home. This time I drove. George had some music on in the car and we both sang along to the songs. I parked the car in the underground parking lot of my apartment and turned off my engine. We both got out of my car and got my stuff out of the trunk. We walked up to my apartment and dropped everything next to the stairs. A sigh left my mouth.

Mike: "why do I do this again?"

George: "don't ask me. You crazy for doing it!"

Mike: "well thanks. I'm gonna take a shower. You can go after me if you want?"

George: "yea sounds good."

I walked up the stairs and locked the bathroom door. I stripped my close off and turned on the shower. I placed my towel next to the shower before getting in the steamy warm shower. Water running down my body. I shampooed my hair and body and when I was done I did my hair in a French braid. I was wearing a red hoodie with some light grey sweatpants. A pair of soft warm socks on my feet.

Mike: "GEORGE?"

George: "YES?"

Mike: "YOU WANT TO SHOWER?"

I heard the wooden floor of my apartment crack as he walked towards the stairs. He soon arrived in front of my bathroom and I showed him his towel and how the shower worked.

Mike: "okay good luck with your shower."

George: "thanks."

We shared a smile before I left the room. I walked down the stairs and my eyes locked on the 3 bags and my saddle. I sighed before I took the bags and saddle up to my 'horse room' the room where all my horse stuff is lying. Saddlepads, earbonnets, Bell boots, normal boots, you name it. I unpacked the bags and everything was organized again. I picked my two ribbons and hung them next to a few of my other ones. My ribbons were all over the room. Everywhere you looked was a ribbon and I some were more special ones, like my Juniors medal and ribbons. I got a second place of all the Juniors in England. Not to long after that I decided to get my horse competitions on a lower pit to focus more on racing. I looked at the picture of Sonic. My old dressage horse. Dressage costed me a lot more time then show jumping but I loved it equally. I could still remember the soft nose of the palomino gelding. His palomino coat with white high socks and a beautiful white stripe down his face between his eyes. Sonic only turned 19 before we had to put him down. He had a tumor and it was best to let him go. I didn't want him to have pain because he was my best friend at the time.

I remembered when we took this photo. He kept moving and it took a long time to let him stand still but hey we got it eventually. I giggled softly at myself. Sometimes I wished he would still be here. It's been 5 years ago since a 5 days, 4 hours and 36 minutes, I remember the moment his last breath was given against my hand. Callum pulling me away from his lifeless body after a long time. He would have turned 24 this year. He could have been in the field somewhere living his best life while I would visit him to bring him even more snacks for his round little tummy. I also remembered when I got him for my 6th birthday. He he was 9 back then. I had him for over 10 years. We learned a lot together and he's the reason of my racing number. Number 19. Because he was 19. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I turned my head and saw George. He was softly smiling at me, his smile wasn't bright or happy it was sad. Only then I noticed a few tears were rolling down my cheek as I stood with the photo in my hand. I quickly wiped them away.

Mike: "sorry."

George: "it's okay Mike..."

I looked back up at him. I was now standing face to face to him. His hands now on my cheeks. His thumbs softly rubbing my cheeks to erase the last tears. He looked me in the eyes trying to see something.

Mike: "that's Sonic. He was my horse for 10 years. Had to put him down at the age of 16 while he was only 19 years..."

George: "that's why your racing number is 19..?"

I nodded at him before looking I let my head rest on his shoulder. His arms found its way around me again. He placed a soft kiss on my head and we stayed there for a moment. A knock was heard on my front door is part and walk to the door. I opened it and saw Callum with a bag full of groceries for me. He looked me in the eyes and his smile turned into an angry face.

Callum: "who made my sister cry?"

George walked to the living room behind and before I could answer Callum he stormed past me. He was standing in front of George now. This is kind of bad?

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