User:Hrisley

My name is Hannah Risley. I am 15 years old and am a sophomore at Cleveland High School (CHS) in Portland Oregon. I love horses. I love to be around them or ride them. I also love to dive. Diving was my life until I quit because my mom was my coach. I was nationally ranked in diving until two years ago when I quit. I love to go outside and be active. I live with my mom, Diana, and my dad, Larry. I have one older brother, Brandon. He is a Senior at Cleveland High and is 18 years old. I also live with my two cats, Thelma and Louie. Louie is my boy. I love his so so much and will be sad when he dies. He is old so it most likely won't be too far away. My other cat, Thelma, is a fat, lazy ass. Both cats are the same age (they came from the same litter) and they are both black with a little bit of white on their stomach. They are both long-haired cats and when you look at Thelma, you might think, she's not fat, it's just her fur, but don't be fooled... She really is a truly fat cat! I love them both though and could not imagine not having them. I used to have two lizards. One was my brothers and the other was mine. Mine was names Lizzy and my brother's was named Hermie. Brandon earned Hermie by memorizing all the state capitals. He earned his first. I earned Lizzy by learning my times table. We got them taken away though after a few years that we had them because we didn't want to take care of them. About two years ago, I leased out a horse named Brandon Micheal. He was my first horse and loved him so much. He may have been lazy, fat, and stubborn but he was still like my best friend. I went out to ride him almost every day at the Portland Gun Club. About a year ago, I just finished riding him then brushing him off and cooling him down. I put the saddle away in the tack room then came out and saw Adrianna (the real owner). I told her that I was going to put Brandon out with all the other horses in the pasture. She said I should just put him back in his stall but i insisted that he should go out in the pasture. All the other horses were out there, including his favorite mare, Mini, and it was a hot day. He would not like to be put in his stall watching all the other horses run around in the pasture. Besides, he loves to eat and he can go out and graze. Adrianna said, "whatever," so I finished brushing him off then took him out. After I got to the pasture, I gave him one final hug then watched him go chase after Mini. I opened the gate then walked out. I put the halter on the rack beside the fence then walked back to the barn. When I was about half way back to the barn I heard a not very playful whinny. I turned around just in time to see one of the other horses, Chris, kick Brandon. I gasped. I ran back to the pasture as fast as I could. Brandon was limping very badly. I grabbed his halter then opened the gate and called him. Unlike usual, he came over to me right away. He had a very hard time doing so though. I put the halter on then very slowly walked him back to the barn. I was in tears trying to get Brandon back to the barn. I didn't know what to do. Adrianna had already left and my mom was not that much of a horse person. I saw my mom and called to her. She saw me in tears and Brandon leaning on me trying to balance himself and not put too much pressure on his back injured leg. When I finally got him back to the barn, I was a mess. My mom took Brandon from me and we put him in his stall. I grabbed my mom's phone and called Adrianna. I was trying to explain what had happened while I was bawling my eyes out. Adrianna was trying to get me to calm down. After a long time period, I was finally calm enough to tell her what happened. By the time I finished, I was in tears again. She told me that she would be on her was soon. I hung up then went back to Brandon. Wen Adrianna got there my mom told me that we should go. I didn't want to leave my best friend but my mom got me in the car. I cried the whole way home. As the month went by, Brandon started recovering. After about 2 months, I could ride him bareback. He was doing great. But stupid ol' Brandon, who thinks he's the all mighty one, got aggravated by another horse in the arena and kicked his stall out and popped his hip out again. I was told that it was time to retire poor old Brandon Micheal. I haven't heard from him ever since. The last I heard, he was happily retired in a pasture and not being ridden. He hated working anyways. Sometimes I think he did what he did just to go into retirement and not have to work anymore. But he is always in my heart. I will never forget him. I loved him with all my heart!

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