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When I Grow Up I Wanna Be Famous, I Wanna Be A Star, I Wanna Be In Movies

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The vast indoor arena was completely empty. I gave a happy little sigh; I didn't have to worry about any arena battles on my first day. I got to the pristine Canterwood Crest Academy yesterday afternoon, and had barely had any time to settle my hot-blooded gelding down. Splash of Dew, Splash, was calm under me. He lifted his head around, as if judging the arena. I nudged him forward with my heels and he began his smooth stride in a walk. He took a few steps forward and I could tell that he was begging for a trot. Within three strides, I was quietly posting to his trot. My shoulders were up, my heels were down, and I rose with his shoulder. We made half a loop around the arena before I silently moved him into a canter. His golden tail automatically swished out from under him. He seemed to quietly dance around the arena. I glued my butt into the saddle and let a slow smile spread around my face. The nasty weather, thirty-six degrees to be exact, had been blowing its gusts all day. The wind beat over the arena and it made it sound like more than one horse was warming up. I tightened the reins and slowed Splash to a trot. I added pressure on my calf muscles and focused on keeping my posture straight. My hands were balanced over Splash’s neck, and I made sure that my shoulders were down. I kept him in a working trot for half a lap before I began to sit to his smooth trot. I winced; my butt was going to be sore tomorrow! I let him out half-a-stride, and let him go back into his rocking canter. I angled him diagonally on the arena track. When we reached the halfway mark, I switched my left foot in front of his girth and switched the leg pressure. In return, he struck out with his left foreleg, suspending us in midair for the briefest of seconds. He preformed the lead change without hesitation, and snorted. I patted his neck, my hands clad in my butter-yellow riding gloves. Through the leather, I could feel his warm neck- his muscles were loose now. Splash, you ready to get serious? He snorted

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Two and a half hours later, we were both soaked in sweat. My light brown hair was plastered to the back of my neck. My breath came out in quick, hard pants, and matched Splash’s. I dismounted, loosened the girth, and began to walk him in slow circles. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of how many calories. I had always been skinny, but I just wanted to be… thinner. The word reverberated around in my head. I shrugged and continued to lead Splash in large laps. Within three loops of the arena, he was cool. I led him out of the arena. His hoofs clopped on the hard aisle floor. I led him down the main aisle and hooked him up to a pair of crossties. I hurried to his stall, grabbed his navy blue cotton halter, and rushed back. I undid the throatlatch and the crownpiece of his bridle and quickly slid his gorgeous palomino face into the soft halter. He whickered happily. I brushed some of my hair off me face before I realized how my hair must look. I took off the rest of the tack, hurried to the tack room, replaced the tack and walked over to my locker. I spun the combo, 13-32-19, and grabbed a purple pencil case. Inside of it, was a brush, a mini-mirror, lipgloss, and breathe mints. I giggled; apparently I was one of those girls. I quickly re-did my ponytail, popped in a mint, and added a coat of pineapple lipgloss. I smacked my lips together and replaced the case and locked my locker. Refreshed, I returned to Splash. But when I got there, someone else was there, rubbing my horses muzzle! Anger shot through me- Splash was mine. “Excuse me,” I began to say. He turned around and my mouth dropped open; you know, in one of those clichéd clique teen movies.

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Oh, I’m sorry! I just turned out my own horse, and this handsome fellow was here and… He trailed off. His eyes, green, radiated emphathy. No, it’s fine. I’m Weston. Alexa. Alexa Weston Ugh, I said blushing. I couldn’t even remember my own name. He ran a hand through his dark hair. It popped against his fair skin. His arm muscles bulged against his black Hurly T-shirt. His jeans were ripped in the knees, and his black paddock boots were coming untied. His smile, blinding white, seemed to pop against his pale skin. I’m Scott Hersh. He paused and my heart fluttered in my chest. So, Alexa, you’re new right? I don’t think I’ve seen you around? I nodded. I’m a transfer. I grabbed a currycomb and began to remove some of Splash’s dried sweat. He grunted happily. We began chatting, and I discovered that he was the youngest of three brothers, started riding last year, was the quarterback in our football team, and was actually pretty shy. By the time that Splash was clean, his mane thinned and his hoofs polished, we were laughing hysterically about a story that I had just told. I stood up, a little woozy from a head rush, and okay, maybe from his cologne. I tipped over. He grabbed my arms, righting myself. Wow, good reflexes I thought to myself. Must be the football You okay? He asked softly. I nodded, realizing that we were so close together, and touching. My fair cheeks flamed red. Yeah, I’m okay He laughed, his eyes still on my own. I unclipped Splash the chaperone, and led him back to his stall, talking with Scott the whole way. I found out that he was crazy funny, had a soft spot for animals, and was a pizza addict. By the time that Splash was tucked away in his stall, I had Scott’s iPhone number and he had his. He walked me out of the stable and into the freezing hail. We stood in the aluminum awning. We had to raise our voices so that we could hear each other. I stood facing him. So, is it okay if maybe, possiably, and if your not doing anything, we might meet up at the Sweet Shoppe tomorrow? I was quiet. If not, it’s totally fine. I was really, just being stupid. You’re probably crazy busy and- I cut him off. Stop, Scott. I would love to meet up with you tomorrow afternoon I smiled. He quickly grabbed my hand, gave it a squeeze in his own, and pecked me on my cheek. My heart exploded in fireworks. I tried to remember how to breath. We smiled and hurried off into the sleet. The whole way back to Orchard Hall, I looked at my hand, expecting it to be glowing.

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