Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2012 18:13:19 GMT -5
MEESTER SURPRISE && TERROR SMILE
RIDDEN BY BECKY ANDREWS && AIDEN SMITH
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The racetrack was crowded with horses, jockeys, and trainers on lead ponies. It reminded the two jockeys, Becky and Aiden, very much of the racetrack when more important races were coming up; for example, the Kentucky Derby. Of course the Derby had already passed. It brought a sense of familiarity, though. The sky had been lighten up for atleast a hour already and there was hardly a cloud in sight.
The couple led their horses towards the track, making their way through the swarms of people watching the workouts from the rail. Meester Surprise, the flashy sabino colt, caught the eyes of all the watchers as he passed. He picked up a slight jig, throwing his head in pleasure of all the attention while Terror Smile, his stablemate being led by Becky watched wide-eyed at the crowds, delighted. Aiden patted Meester and walked him on. They waited until they had gotten onto the soft turf to mount. The turf track was less crowded than the main track
Aiden jumped on Meester while Becky got on Smiles. A few feet away from them a group of lead ponies and their riders. One of them caught Aiden's eyes and spoke, "Ey' Aint that a son of Surprise Party under you?" Aiden nodded polietely. The man spoke now to his group, "Yeah, I thought so. I saw that colt run in the stable face off... Put up quite a fight but just fell short. Got some pedigree tha' one have..."
Aiden looked towards them for a moment before realizing he wasn't going to be spoken to again and turned to Becky who was scrutinizing the group, aswell. "I'll wait at the turn to start runnin him," he nodded to his colt, wearily, "He needs a short work... You take Smiles a real quick four furlongs." Becky smiled lightly, "Alright. See you at the finish line." With those words, Becky turned the Grey filly around and pushed her forward into a light gallop. Aiden trotted down towards the second turn and turned the sabino to face the wire. His face was still turned towards the turn, though.
In the distance he saw Becky pushing Smiles into a sprint. She crouched low on her withers as the filly spread out. Aiden tensed up, getting ready to let Meester run. The colt felt his sudden tense and started to jig, his ears flicking backwards. Aiden whispered, "Easy boy.. Not yet." Aiden frowned wanting to be on Smile's back instead of Meester's. He was the one to be riding her in the race... not Becky. In his eyes Terror Smile was the better one of these two. She was the one placing in all her races. She may have not had the pedigree that Meester had but she was the one actually acomplishing something on the track. He was almost too lost in his thoughts to notice Smiles and Becky flying out of the turn and taking off away from him and Meester.
He hadn't needed to ask him to run because the sabino was already charging after the filly, taking the bit with him. Aiden nearly lost his reins from the pull of the colt and was catapulted back in his seat. It took him a second to get back on his withers and get a good hold on him. They were coming up on the fillie's flanks fast. Meester's large strides were lengthing and coming faster and faster. Becky was using the whip to get Smiles back on the rail while Meester was galloping in a straight line. The Grey filly ran into Meester's side after stumbling in the turf but recovered quickly. Meester was now nose and nose with Smiles, who was getting urged heavily. Aiden, on the other hand, had hardly moved positions and was sitting firmly on the colt's back, his whip still tucked in his back pocket. As they crossed the wire, Meester stuck his nose out in front and carried on, still galloping hard, while Smiles faded, breathing heavily.
Finally, Aiden eased him up and led him back to the rail where Becky was already dismounted and was praising Smiles. "You did great considering she already ran four furlongs by the time you guys started going." She added a few seconds later, "Ms. Levine should be pleased." Without another word, Becky led the filly away, passed the group of men on ponies who were now watching Meester with interest. Aiden on the other hand had his thoughts wondering to the last time Meester Surprise and Terror Smile worked together. He had ridden Smiles then and Meester had lagged behind them by atleast four lengths. He was surprised by the colt's preformance today even if it was short. He felt that he was just getting better with age. Especially the way he handled the stretch in a straight line. It showed he had matured and had an amount of gameness. Suddenly, the same man that had spoke before spoke again, "That was a nice preformance there', impressive... Good luck on your next race with him." Aiden's heart dropped to his stomach. Meester wasn't his regular ride. Meester's regular ride was Beck. Not him. As he led the colt back to the stable one thought raced through his head.
I've got to ride him in his next race.
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turf track; 4 furlongs && 2 furlongs