Right!Finished lesson 10 and 11 (phew!) It is about starting your first chapter. Here is mine. I'll tell you what my story is going to be called once I've finished it (is that all right or do I have to post it now?) I know it's not that long of a chapter. I can't think of more to add at the end of it. If you have any ideas, please comment or PM me. =)

Chapter 1

Creak…..squeak…….squeak……..

The noise of a creaking object awoke Joanna Anderson from a troubled  sleep. Jo sat up and rubbed her tired eyes and looked at her stopwatch that was at the side table at her bed. 3:30 in the morning. What a time to wake up at! But then she thought, what did wake me up? She jumped out of bed and pulled on some clothes. She walked across the room to her door and went to see if it creaked. No. Then what did? The only thing that creaks and squeaks is the field gate…The field gate! I think I’ll just check on Stormy, decided Jo in an instant. She ran down the stairs 3 at a time and arrived at the bottom with a thump. I hope my parents didn’t hear that! She thought. She crept cautiously over to the back door and opened it quietly. She took a deep breath and started to walk over to the field of 3 acres of land that held 10 working and breeding horses. Though Jo’s pony wasn’t a breeding horse or a working one though. She walked over and tried to see if Stormy was in there, but it was a bit dark. “Stormy, come here!” Jo expected her black, 14.3hh pony come trotting over, if he wasn’t asleep. She climbed over the large metal 5-barred gate that led into the field. It’s no use. I can’t see him anyway. she thought. She started to retrace her footsteps when she heard galloping hooves with and two or three people riding and one was leading a horse...She turned around and saw the person, whoever he was, get away even more each second.

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“That’s my pony those dirty horse thiefs stole!” exclaimed Jo out loud. She started to break into a run. “You come back here and return my horse!” yelled Jo. One of them laughed - a wicked, harsh laugh. “You come and get him yourself, if you can!”

 Jo slowed down and her heart was in her throat. Calm down, calm down, she kept repeating to herself. It was no use trying to catch Stormy now. Horses can easily out-

run an 11 year old at full speed. Jo slowed down and studied what he was wearing. A leather jacket, jeans and a cowboy hat with piece of expensive red and white plaited leather around the brim. Jo had run quarter of a mile away from the farm. What on earth shall I do? She asked herself, thinking if she asked herself it would give an answer. She stopped and snapped her fingers. “That’s it!” she said out loud. She jogged all the way back to the farm. I just can’t go back inside and hop under those cosy quilts. I have to do something. And soon. I have to find my pony myself. She unlatched the field gate and selected one of the ranch horses, a fat, barral shaped mare. No wonder she's so fat, Jo thought to herself. She's grumpy and unwilling for work. None of the ranch hands wants to bother riding her. But over the months, I've at length made friends with her. Jo slipped on a bridle and fastened the buckles as fast as her clammy hands would let her. She slipped on her bare-back, and urged her into canter. No one saw her slip onto the night.