I fell off my desk chair while writing this, right onto my bucket full of grooming stuff, which is now all of my floor. I also can't write story's or anything, so sorry if this is bad xD

It wasn't that long ago when I was running barrels. I won all my races. I was 8. A young, red roan mare. A Mare with long legs and good Thoroughbred racing lines. I was taller then those I competed against, and knew what I was doing at a young age. I was born at Celestial Woods, one of the best racing places in the world. I was fast enough to win all the races, but the owner was sued and had to sell everything. I was born from Celestial Night, a blue hen at the barn, and A Bell In The Woods, one of the best racers of all times. My mother raised me well, I was her last foal before she retired. I was about 5 when they had to sell everything. I was sold for 4.5 Billion. I was sold to a young lady named Sarah. She was 17 and owned a stallion named Noel. I was her project. She trained my on barrels and all sorts of gaming events. I was the best of the best. We went to all of the playdays and all the shows that were for fun. Nothing real. When we started doing to the real deal events, she changed up on me. She used a harsher bit, one that slid up in my mouth (Gag bit), she fed me different foods, stuff that kept me skinny and athletic. She rode me daily, for hours at a time. She would push me around a arena, doing patterns at a gallop all day long. We were at a real deal show, when I turned to sharp and ran into the barrel. I tripped over it and fell to my side. I crushed her leg. She didn't let go of the reins, so when i got up, I ended up dragging her, which scarred me into running faster. I was stopped by a man with a large hat. He was more round and had red cheeks. He grabbed my reins, people in red ran towards the girl who I dragged. I lowered my head, I didn't mean to drag her, she scared me, was it really my fault? I was thrown back into the trailer, not cooled down, not fed, not untacked. They didn't even tie my up. Back at the house, they still didn't feed me. They took the metal out of my mouth and the strap around my belly off. I had dried sweat stuck to me when they released me into the pasture. Days went by....Weeks....It came to winter and they gave me a flake of hay. I had mud caked all over me, and my ribs were sticking out. My coat was dulling due to lack of grooming. One day, a strange truck pulled up next to the pasture. She got out. The girl was alive, she was on crutches. I walked up to the fence, she crawled under it and gave me a hug, she said something I will never forget, she said sorry. And wished me luck. The following week a round man came out and took off my leather halter. He replaced it with a worn down, rope halter. It was the color blue and was dulling with age. It wasn't like a real halter, it was rope from a lasso, or something. Twine maybe. I was loaded into a stock trailer. I was in there for hours. It was night by the time we got... where ever we were. There were horses everywhere. And when I got there they glued a round thing on my flank. I was put in a pen with a pony. In the morning they took pictures of me

This is a work in progress, please no hate.

They took pictures of my legs, my teeth, and pretty much everywhere else. They measured my height, and from what I heard them say, I was about 17’2. The amounts of food I was getting dropped fast, and the type of food was way different. On a warm, sunny day, lots of people showed up to what the humans call an auction. Many people came up to me, rubbed my face, looked at papers tied to the post, picked up my feet, and Looked me over. I was untied and led into a round pen, filled with tens of other horses. All different sizes and shapes. They opened a hatch in the fence and all the horses stampeded out. I followed the herd, hesitating at the hatch, but the horses behind me pushed me forward and I was forced out. We moved through a series of metal gates and fences, and they closed other gates between fences, isolating the horses. They let one horse out, then left it out for a while. a man was shouting, but I couldn't tell what he was saying, it was really fast. I was in that pen for hours, then I was let out, I slowly walked out. I calmly walked around the small area. There were tons of people here. I lowered my head and trotted when someone clucked. I galloped when they kissed, it was a slow gallop, but they opened another gate and made the area bigger, so I could gallop at full speed. It was still smaller, and it was more of a single horse runway, but I reached 51.2 MPH. They announced my starting price, of a leaping $100.They brought out tack, and tacked me u. Because my old owner told them I was rider safe. THey put it on my back, but there was a ton of straw and rubbish on the saddle pad, it was poking into my back. So I started bucking. I stopped bucking after a while, and someone got on my back. Which poked them deeper into my skin. I bucked harder, then tried to roll. One person bid on me. It was a short man. He bought me and took me home. I was put in a pasture with tons of other horses. It was barren, and we fought over the small amounts of good grass.

~~~Skip a couple months~~~

will be continued.....