Lyssie’s Lucky Star
Published by GHC • Oct 1st, 2008 • Category: Loft Book Club Favorites, by Jeanna Briggsby Jeanna Briggs, age 13
Chapter 1
I shifted position, wincing as blood rushed into my foot after I had been sitting on it for two hours straight. I loved my job, but I didn’t love the sitting and staring at the computer screen for hours.
In case you are wondering who I am, Yours Truly happens to belong to the name Lyssie Marie Foster, that geeky-looking girl with the short red-brown-blond hair, mismatched eyes, and a few zits. I am also the girl who lives at 253 Sky Rd. Montana, a moderator for three of my favorite online games, a web-page designer, and the girl who everyone in town comes to when their computers crash. I was also a one-time horse trainer, but that is in the past. Still, my resume IS pretty impressive for a 19-year-old just-out-of-college girl. I finished school two years early, so yeah, I’m smart.
My best friends are J.J., a girl in my class, and her older brother Luke. Both board horses and ride at the ranch where I used to train. Both were there the day the accident happened. The accident I am referring to is the one that left me in the hospital for two months and gave me the big scar below my eye on the left side of my face. It is also the accident where I lost my Lucky Star. She didn’t die, but after everything was over, the vet discovered she had serious head trauma, and she suddenly became wild and wary, refusing the saddle, bridle, and even halter. She wouldn’t let anyone near her, not even me. This was surprising because I was there when she was born, and I was the one who trained her and gentled her. Then one night she escaped. She broke down the stall door, ran through the stable and through the open door. She jumped two fences, and was never seen again.
I was distraught. Days went by, then weeks, but I still couldn’t bring myself to go back to the ranch, and I couldn’t train any more horses.
This was all a year and a half ago. The ringing of my cell phone interrupted my thoughts. It was J.J. “Hey! You will never guess what! We might have found Lucky! Luke is out now, with a few other guys, trailing the herd they think they saw her with. Hurry and get down here!”
This long string of words all jammed together in the traditional J.J.–in-a-hurry-way was cut off by a swift click, which told me she had hung up. I sat there in shock for almost a half hour, not believing but wanting to so bad. When I was at last able to get up, I raced about, pulling on old jeans, chaps, and boots. I grabbed a sweat jacket because even though it was fairly warm now, tonight it might be freezing, and I didn’t know how long I would be there, caring for my horse. If they found her. I didn’t mean to doubt Luke’s tracking skills, but there was a possibility they wouldn’t find my mare.
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Wow! This story is so amazing! I am going to Loft Book club immediatly to read the rest! Great Job Jeana!
Thanks
Hurrah for Jeanna!!!!
Thanks, Salina! thas what my BF was singing into the phone a few days ago!
good job