Every cloud has a silver lining (Short Story)
by Eliza Gibson, Grade 7, QLD
“How come I’m not good at sport?”
I whined as Mum came through the door, laden with heavy shopping bags.
“Just help me here!” Mum was annoyed. My name is Molly Davis, and I’m 11 years old, and I get picked last for any sport team in school.
“Have you cleaned your room yet?”
“Well, this is it,” sighed Mum, as we pulled up in front of Pine Lodge Riding Centre. She was used to me trying out new sports. As we walked through the entrance, I started to wish we hadn’t come. Everyone was staring at me like I was some kind of freak. Luckily, the lady that owned the place came out of her office.
“Hi there!” she greeted us warmly. Her name was Annette, and she had owned Pine Lodge for two years.
She put me on a horse called Shadow. He was really cute. When I got on, he stood as still as a statue. Annette led me into the arena, and she told me to walk Shadow in a wide circle. I nudged him with my heels like Annette told me to and we walked around the arena. His walk was slow and rhythmic, but I wanted more vigour, so I squeezed some more. He started walking faster, and then broke into a trot. I found myself rising and sitting to the beat.
“You’re a natural!” Annette cried as we circled her. I had finally found a sport that I was good at.
As we drove home, I was chattering away to mum about how good I was. She was really happy for me and that made me feel good. Before we left, I had signed up for weekly riding lessons, in hope that I would become better, and become a star in the saddle.
“OK Molly, nudge him behind the girth.”
Annette was in the middle of the arena, calling instructions to me as we trotted around the ring. As I did what she said, Shadow changed his gait and cantered.
“YAY!!” I cried as we flew around the arena. I leaned forward and let the wind blow on my face.
The Olympic arena buzzed with nerves. It is 6 years later, and I have blossomed into an Olympic competitor. You could feel the tension as the girl before me rode her horse around the ring. Oh, she had knocked a fence down. Now it was my turn. My big black Arab gelding snorted and danced.
“It’s OK, Majesty, we’ll be fine” I soothed him, as we cantered into the ring. The stadium went quiet. We cleared the first jump, then the next, and before long, we had finished, with no faults. I had won!! After years of practice and work, my wish had come true. As I was accepting my medal, I saw the Australian flag rise, and I felt a sense of something I had never felt before, it was a sense of fulfilment.