Post by daydreams on Dec 2, 2012 13:29:26 GMT -5
Alexa Weston
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I watched as my families SUV drove out of the Canterwood campus. My throat constricted and my face felt hot, threatining to show the inner emotions. Instead, I massed my glossed lips together, and I slapped a bright grin on my face and slowley began to move Splash down the vast asile. As we walked, I read the names of the horses; nameplates were plastered ontop of the stall doors. Lexington. Ever. Luna. I began to worry as I walked; where was Splash's stall? Panic began to overcome me. I was a new ninth-grader, first year at boarding school, and now I couldn't find my horses' stall. Fantastic. The stalls continued in two directions (left and right). I randomly walked right, praying that it was the right way. It was. In the middle, between Wishful Thinking and Aristocrat, I read the gleaming gold plate- Splash of Dew. I almost broke into a nerd dance, but instead, I calmy un-latched the door and led Splash into his new home.
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Fifteen minutes later, I had Splash tied to the iron bars in his stall, and a curry comb in one hand. I was attempting to groom him without getting my outfit dirty. I was wearing skinny jeans, black riding boots, and a striped sweater. My parents had dropped off my luggage in my dorm room, and I was hoping to just head over to to Winchester after I got Splash settled. I slowley made circular motions on his broad shouldars. He drooped his head and fell asleep. I had groomed right before we had left Florida so he wasn't dirty- just dusty. I switched to a body brush and made sweeping strokes on his lean body. Even asleep, I could see his taut muscles and the strong formation of his legas. My heart swelled looking at him. He was my Splash of Dew. After his palamino coat was gleaming, he was snoaring. I stroked his freshly-thinned golden mane. I giggled as he looked up at me. I untied him and h e made a beeline to his hay net. Slowley, I stepped out of the stall and re-latched it. I turned and knocked into someone. Omigosh! Im so sorry! I cried, straightening up before I could fell.
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