Lost Shoe: Elizah

Her name’s Brianna. Her friends call her Bri. She is 17. She is a bull rider. She started doing things that involved the rodeo when she was five. She went to the rodeo and preformed every year. Her mom passed away when she was seven. She kept doing the rodeo for her mom. It showed honor. Her dad was always so proud of her. She grew up in Tennessee. The next rodeo was coming up in a week. Today is a Saturday. She had her friends over for a barbeque. Rodeo time was always her favorite, not only for the rodeo, but because she loved having barbeques. She loved eating corn on the cob. It was her favorite food. Her friends arrived and could not stop talking about the rodeo. The talk always gave her butterflies. She always got nervous. Not because she was scared, but because she didn’t want to let her dad down. She started riding bulls about five years ago. The week passed by, but it passed by very slowly. She couldn’t wait. She liked hearing the crowds cheer her on. The Friday before the rodeo finally came. Her dad took her out to eat. After they ate, her dad went and bought her a pair of cowgirl boots just like he did every year. It was their little tradition. Friday went by so slow. That night when she went to bed she dreamt of what she would do the next day at the rodeo. She woke up Saturday morning and got ready. She was still groggy. She woke up her dad. Her dad got ready and hopped in the truck. She climbed in shortly after. When she arrived the rodeo had just started. She went to her stall and watched all the other riders. An hour into the rodeo it was finally her turn. The crowd roared her on. She slowly sat on her bull and they opened the gate. While her feet were hanging, she noticed her boots were a little loose, but it was too late to fix them now. Her bull started to buck around ferociously. She held on tight. She last for 28 seconds then fell off. She laid there for a few seconds then got up. Her back hurt. She was limping back. Her dad met her at the gate she had come out of and picked her up. He put her on the rail. He looked at her. Then, he noticed that one of her boots was missing. She started to feel angry like she had failed. She never lost a boot before. Her dad told her she couldn’t look for it until the rodeo was over. The next hour passed by like a snail crawling. When the rodeo was over she jumped off the fence. She started to search for her boot. She gave up after 30 minutes had passed by. She went to her dad, tears running down her face. Her face was hot with embarrassment. Her dad held her until she calmed down. They left the rodeo and ordered pizza. She went to bed that night with tear stained cheeks. The next month she went to the rodeo grounds to look for her boot, but she never found it.