Wounded Tiger, Here Is A Story I am Writting

[Mooni]

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Sometimes when you feel alone in the world, your really not. But sometimes it appears the other way around. But then, when you are suddenly ripped away from those few people you care about, you feel that it is all over. That you just want it to end. Things have always been the same for Daniel Tiger. Constantly fighting with his father who he just can't stand, who insists on calling him his real name. Still, the only one that Tiger really wants is his mother, but he doesn't know where she is or if she is alive or dead, or in fact if he will ever see her again. But it doesn't matter, when Tiger is shipped off to some horse boarding school it seems the only two friends that he will ever really have are Dose and Bingo, his furry four-legged pals. One dog, one horse. Will Tiger be able to find a friend? Maybe find someone willing to help him search for his lost mother? Does he even want to know the truth?

[Mooni]

Tiger’s mind was whizzing, leaving, no, he wasn’t leaving. He wouldn’t go anywhere. No, he was insane, crazy, the boy wouldn’t go anywhere, he was staying right where he was, there was nothing anyone could do about that. Right? Though it seemed he wouldn’t have a choice, though by appearance he appeared to be about nineteen he was still a minor at the age of seventeen and it seemed he would have to go, only for a year though. Would it be that bad? Yes, probably. He didn’t want to go. But Tiger had long since learned that the world was a cruel place and you usually didn’t get what you wanted. It was that simple. But still, he hated the prospect. Simply hated it, who did Robert Thomas think he was anyway? Exactly who he was, his father.

“Daniel, your going, and that’s final,” said a cold voice with an air of explaining two pluw two was four to an over emotional toddler. The man was dressed in a business suite and was sitting in a chair reading the days news paper. “It’s that simple,” he said. Really, why was his son finding it that hard to understand?

“Tiger!” aid the teenager angrily as he stalked out of the room slamming the door behind him. He didn’t even blink as he heard the words “Don’t slam the door” come from behind him. He was sick and tired of caring. As tiger slammed to door to his bedroom he glanced around quickly. Grabbing a pair of boots he laced them up and headed for the door. “Come on boy,” he called as he headed for the door. At his words a large black fur ball came behind him. Grabbing a leash Tiger stuck it into the pocket of his black hoody not bothering to clip it onto the dog.

“That’s it,” he smiled holding the door open for the Labrador. The two of them walked breakig into a jog every so often for about a quarter of a mile before they arrived at their destination. As they reached the green fields that surrounded the building Bingo took off in search for his friend Rosy. Tiger how ever continued on into the building. As he walked past dozens of heads poked their way out looking at him, but they ignored them all. That was before he reached the stall he had been looking for.

Inside stood a large, nearly seventeen hand, thoroughbred. Stroking his neck Tiger said, “Jest a sec,” with that he continued to the end of a hall where he entered a small room and headed back to the stall, bridle and saddle in hand. Placing the saddle on the stall door and the bridle on top of that he slipped inside and went on to thoroughly groom the stallion’s dark bay coat. When he finished he quickly tacked up and led the stallion outside. As he mounted he was joined by two others, the return of Bingo and another dog with him. “Hey Bingo, Rosy,” he said smiling at the spaniel.

He walked toward a trail the two dogs on their tail. Tiger stroked Over Dose’s neck, the stallion was used to the dogs and there for didn’t spook. After a couple minutes the four of them took off at a trot, long extended strides as they whizzed through the trees. Moving faster then most felt comfortable, but they foursome was quite used to it. Of course, the dogs couldn’t keep up forever, but they knew their way around by now and would be fine on there own. After another while Tiger and Dose picked up a canter and the dogs lengthened their stride to keep up, eventually they fell behind, Tiger knew they would head back to the barn and wait for him there. It was what they did everyday.

Tiger brought the stallion back to a more collected canter as the approached a fallen log. They hadn’t come down this trail for jumping, if they had he would have taken the cross country course. No, but that didn’t mean he didn’t love jumping all the same. Leaning forward in the saddle he forced the stallion to stay slow by taking with his hands. Tiger knew the stallion well, they had learned to jump together. He gave him his head in the air. Though it hadn’t been a very high jump for the pair, the moved over it effortlessly and continued going. After the jump Tiger allowed Dose to gallop the west of the way back to the barn.

When he arrived he realized that their welcome comity was one higher then they thought it would be. Instead of finding Rosy and Binghe saw someone else. Nodding at the two dogs and then looking at the third. “’llo Crimson,” he said smiling at his friend. He hadn’t been expecting it, but it was a welcomed surprise, it would mean he didn’t have to go looking for him. He had to meet up with him later and this meant Tiger didn’t have to go who knows where in his attempt to find his fellow teenager.

“Excuse me but I need to take Dose over a few jumps before turning in,” said Tiger leading the stallion toward a ring, the trio at their heels. “I still don’t see how you can do this,” said Crimson side stepping as Dose attempted to nuzzle him. Crimson was no horse lover. “It’s fun, you should try it some time,” the only response he got was a cocked eyebrow. “Though maybe not on Dose,” he said as the stallion gave a small buck eyeing the jumps. Picking up a controlled canter the pair headed for a three foot jump, as they cleared it Tiger’s friend goggled at them. After a few more jumps he dismounted and led the stallion back to the barn as the two dogs ran off again. Keeping his distance, Crimson followed Tiger.

While untacking Tiger smiled, “I doubt you came to see me ride,” he said obviously inferring that Crimson should tell him why he was here, “Or because of your love of horses,” Tiger’s friend flinched sliding his hands into his leather jacket. After quickly brushing down the horse and making sure he had food and water Tiger left with his friend calling Dose to them as they started to walk.

“Well, we were thinking,” said Crimson. The we in the sentence was obvious. He was talking about the gang that had formed around the two of them, mainly Tiger. Tiger was the glue that held a band of outsiders together. “That we should plan something big for the first day of school, you know, to catch everybody off their guard.”

“Go ahead,” said Tiger grimly, all sense of life immediately draining from his voice. “But you guys are on your own for that,” he said trying meekly to smile but not succeeding. “My dear father…” he started was unable to finish his sentence and just looked at his best friend sticking both his hands into his black hoody.

“Come on, your old man has told you off loads of times,” said Crimson smiling and slapping Tiger on the back in an attempt to cheer him up. “You’ve never listened to him before, why start now?” said Crimson obviously not understanding what was causing his friend so much grief.

“This is different,” said Tiger unzipping his hoody slightly to reveal a black tee shirt with the words ‘Blood fed romance’ written in blood red letters. “It’s not like before,” he continued exasperated. But he didn’t continue, he couldn’t, it was too hard for him. He’d rather be on the back of a bucking bronco then have to reveal the news he had just heard.

“But you need to keep your reputation,” said Crimson laughing slightly then stopped at the look on Tiger’s face. Obviously, this was no joke. Tiger’s eyes were fixed on the beaten up black paddock boots he wore not even glancing up, he didn’t need to, he knew this path well enough taking it at least twice a day. “Is it really that big a deal?” Tiger nodded.

“I have to go to some fucked of boarding school,” he said. “My dear old father obviously wants me out of the house.” He continued still looking anywhere but at Crimson, he didn’t even want to see the look on his friends face. Even if Tiger didn’t wan tot look that didn’t stop the flabbergasted look on his face.

Crismon’s jaw dropped. Seriously, his mouth was open. He stared at Tiger, “But you can’t!” he protested hardly able to get the words out of his mouth. “We need you,” he continued, “Wow, I’m really starting to get soppy aren’t I,” he laughed, but is quickly dropped. “You are kidding, right?” he asked Tiger. But they had been friends for long enough that Crimson knew that the look on Tiger’s face was real. Plus, Tiger was the only one that didn’t make things up. Jake was famous for making things up, Crimson did it on occasion. But unless it was really necessary, Tiger always told the truth. That was why you had to take a threat from him so seriously, if he said it, he meant it.

“Unfortunately, I’m not,” said Tiger, even though he knew his friend already knew that. “The bastard,” he continued. “But I’m afraid I have no choice,” continued Tiger. He was so mad. “And I leave in three days,” continued Tiger, “I guess he held off on telling me so I didn’t have any time to protest.” Continued Tiger scowling, “Like I can get Dose ready to go in an instant,” he sighed, he hadn’t been able to get the stallion ready for leaving today, but he knew he would have to wear the stallion out over the course of the next couple of days so he didn’t have enough energy to make a complete pigs ear of things. He knew that wasn’t a very conventional way to do it, but it was the only way to get Dose into a trailer.

“Where is he going?” asked Crimson. He had assumed that the stallion would be staying in his stall. Who was he kidding, Over Dose was the last thing on his mind. But seriously, was his bastard of a father going to force him to sell the stallion, he knew that horse meant everything to Tiger, the only thing that meant more to him was the black fur ball that trailed behind them listening to their conversation. Crimson thought he couldn’t understand a word of it, he always had. Tiger believed in his intelligence, and by the look on the dogs face he could see that maybe his friend was right after all. The dogs ears were down and his tail drooping, he obviously understood something was wrong. “And Bingo,”

“They’re coming with me,” said Tiger smiling meekly. He was so not his actual self at the moment, he was usually rather more full of energy, particularly after riding. His hands had moved from his hoody’s pocket to the pocket of his black cargo pants and he was still examining the leather of his boots. He just really couldn’t believe this. Why was his father so heartless.

As the trio arrived at Tigers house they smiled. “Well, maybe while your gone I’ll learn to ride,” said Crimson in an attempt to cheer up his friend. Tiger just rushed inside Bingo at his heels while Crimson walked towards home feeling utterly deserted. Of course, it would be he that had to tell the gang what happened. And frankly, he didn’t know the answers. He could just imaging their reaction. He was not looking forward to this.

[Mooni]

As the pair of them entered the house Bingo flew off toward his food bowl while Tiger stalked upstairs to his room being careful to slam the door extra loudly. Though he couldn’t see it, outside Crimson flinched. He hadn’t been able to leave yet. He was to surprised by the fact that Tiger would be leaving. But he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, but he had no choice. How ever much Tiger hated living in that house Crimson knew that he had fought with every ounce and argument he had, but he had failed to stay. He knew from previous experience that Robert Thomas hadn’t even bothered to disprove a single one of Tiger’s points. Just say “No,” leaving Tiger to feel completely useless.

Tiger collapsed on his bed before reaching out and turning his stereo on. He blasted it. There were a few reasons he was doing it. The simplest, he liked music ,also, he knew it ticked his father off, and third, and most importantly, maybe he could drown some of his hatred in the sound. It never worked. He tried it often. But at least he was able to lose himself for the moment. Outside Crimson heard the music blare and started toward home with a simple, “Tiger,” under his breath. When would he see his friend again?

Tiger started throwing things pell-mell into the duffle before him. Black pants, black shirts, and black jackets. Black, black, black, everything was black. Except for the odd blood red object. Zipping close the black bag he went to sort through his music collection. He didn’t know how much he should bring, in the end he piled all the cds in his black backpack along with his laptop and ipod. Grabbing a couple other objects of personal value including a couple photographs and suck Tiger left his three bags in a heap. He had his back pack, his one duffle containing all his clothes, and a bag that simply contained his riding gear and Over Dose’s thing. He chuckled to himself thinking about how little he was bringing compared to how long he would be there. He had Dose and Bingo, that was all he really needed.

Not bothering to say good bye to his father Bingo and Tiger started back toward the barn. Tiger had one bag on each shoulder and the last in his hand. He felt like he was never coming back. And It was perfectly possible that he wouldn’t. Was that true? No. But it was a possibility. He would have to go back, but already plans of getting his own house in the area started forming in his mind. First, was college though. He was thinking to far in advance, first he had to survive this year.

Walking the quarter mile to barn Tiger slipped the purple halter over the stallion head and grabbed a lead line. Tiger led the 16.3 hand beast out toward the pen and lunged him to get rid of some of the energy. After twenty minutes Tiger loaded the stallion into the trailer, but not with ease. At first he thought maybe the thoroughbred would cooperate, he was being so good. But a strdie before he stepped inside he reared up lashing out with his front hooves. Tiger held fast to the lead rope and eventually with sheer persistence managed to lead the stallion inside.

Giving the stallion a minute to calm down before they started moving Tiger walked inside for one last moment. He walked over toward a stall in the back where a smallish appaloosa pony stood. Tiger reached out his hand to stroke the gelding nose, but before he touched the gray’s muzzle five figures jumped up from inside the stall. “What do you think?” asked Crimson smiling slightly, “Would he be a good horse for me to learn to ride on?” Tiger laughed. A figure just behind him said, “We were starting to worry you would leave without saying good bye to this ol’ flea bag.” Tiger replied laughing slightly but stroking, “You know, Jake, this old fela bags name is America,” he smiled.

Of course he came to say goodbye to America. He learned to ride on him. “And yes Crimson, I think he’d make a great choice.” They both knew that Crimson wasn’t going to rider. Frankly, Tiger was surprised that he had gotten as close to being in a horses stall. He was surprised that any of them would, it was the last thing he had been expecting. “What are you lot doing here anyway?” asked tiger running his long fingers through his spiky black hair.

“Didn’t think you could get away without saying goodbye, now did you,” said the figure to the other side of Tiger. He smiled at James as he said that. Exchanging good byes with everyone Tiger left for the car and started the long way to the middle of no where. He had been overjoyed to see all his friends before he left, but now as they drove away it was making him even sadder. It took a lot for him to stop from crying, no, Tiger didn’t cry. But he couldn’t believe he was actually leaving, leaving his friends. He didn’t care so much or at all about leaving his family. No just his friends.

Tiger knew there would be many people in school that would be glad to see the back of him. He was rather hated outside his group of friends. He had a sort of rivalry with the most popular kid in school, Sam. So, him and his group of friends had to suffer through their torment, but it only ever made them stronger. Tiger didn’t really mind, he was pretty sure the only one who did was Matt. Yes, he took all insults to heart. But other then that it was sort of a live and let live at their school. His school.