As I said previously, boredom took over and I began writing. Well, those who answered said to finish it... So I've completed the introduction and began the beginning. Like I said, I'm not the best at writing and I'm not confident at what I write either, and I'm only 16, haha, so easy tigers on your opinions. Critique is totally welcomed! Here it is, I'd love to here your critique AND opinions! :] Knowing the unforgiving truth of what the future held, I sat my ground strongly, my eyes fixed on each hopeless and saddened creature that passed through the glaring eyes of many. Their once beauty, each individual varying in ages showed, ravelled into a sensation of pain and heart ache. Teary eyed, in my mind I thought of helping each, but my heart told another story. Realistically I could do nothing but watch as the auctioneer scrambled out his words, describing each carelessly. Such magnificent creatures, that to myself were priceless, were sold little to nothing. How my heart ached to see their pain, their ability to forever hold their peace and no one to stand by and speak the truth of what they could only wish to say. Many I had seen, I knew for a fact, wouldn’t live to see the next spring. Many I knew were destined for the food production industry, many for worthless items. Others, destined for hope and love. That day, I didn’t think that I could change a life of such a majestic and breath-taking creature. I was wrong. Here, my journey only began. A journey of hope, love and a forever friendship that would build me up from strength to strength. Ever since a little girl, even before I could talk, my heart and mind were always ideally at a combination, set particularly on the idea of one thing. Horses. I always knew that they were the only things that could ever fulfil my ambitions in life. Growing up as a lonely child, living life on the rough edge was always forever hard. I had little to nothing to look ahead too and little possessions to call my own. I was never one for asking for the impossible, but could only wish that someday, I would always get what I had dreamed of. A horse. One I could finally call my own. One that would always be there and never turn their back on me, even through the hardest of times, I’d still always have my best friend right beside me; someone that would never leave me, or hurt me, or abuse me. But one that would forever me, not because of what I was, but for who I was, knowing that I could always turn to them, knowing they’d always be waiting, no matter the time nor day, they’d still wait with an sense of eager flaring in their eyes. Each day I wished, each night I prayed. But no hope came. No one listened. No one ever seemed to anymore. I lost all hope I ever had, and my dream too, was slowly disappearing without a grasp. I held on for so long, wanting something so bad, that I believed it would always come true. But realistically, I knew it was just another fantasy of mine. Haha thankyouuu! [: Dj: I know how you feel, this is based on the idea of what it was like for me growing up, always having a dream that I could never reach. I know lease, but I'm still a step closer to my fantasy. I'm sure if you keep hoping, your dream can be reached too! :] EDIT: Yeah, times are pretty tough at the moment, but that doesn't mean we should give up something because it's a little too far away, right? Don't give up hope, Keep dreaming, and you'll soon get somewhere :] And I know what you mean, I have virtually no horsey friends, and whenever I talk about riding, I'm suddenly and completely invisible. I'm talked over and not a word in edgeways. It's tough, but I'm doing something I love so why should that bother me? It shouldn't bother you either. Your holding on to something that means something to you. Don't let ANYTHING take it away :]! And yeah, it may seem far off, I was like that also. But I never EVER gave up, and I reached my dream. Continue with life, always holding on to what you dream of, and you'll reach it in no time! :]