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Post by sammie on Nov 29, 2012 20:42:30 GMT -5
Canterwood. Canterwood Crest Academy. In my head, I rewound to he moment when I'd sat down on the huge, fluffy computer chair that I remembered so well, back in Australia, typed in "www.canterwoodcrestacademy.com" and clicked he first Google result that had appeared. I remembered my mouth dropping as I scrolled through he gallery of photos- seeing the gigantic Victorian lampposts, the mammoth pillars, the marble walkways and he perfectly chopped and leveled, bright green grass. Now that I was here, overlooking the campus from in front of the beautiful stable building, it looked different. So much better. If that was even, humanly possible. It looked grand, like I'd stepped into one of those super lame movies where he girl finds herself at a new place, overcome by new possibilities and she meets a beautiful boy and they fall in love and get married and all of that happily ever after crap. I sighed, picturing how he girl would drop her bags and run into the arms of her brand new BFF's, who would bring her to top popularity status and give her a freaking dream life in her new dream world. Right now, staring at the bustling campus with absolutely nothing staring back, it felt like the complete opposite. Though, I wasn't really one to wish upon a star or anything. I didn't need a welcoming committee, because Ruby and I would be just fine on our own. That's how it always has been, so that's how it always will be. I stomped quietly through the crowds of people, sighing as I felt my shoulder being bumped and tampered with and feeling myself been thrown around like the newbie sack of potatoes I most surely was. Suddenly, I felt the slightest bit self conscious, something I never felt. I hated attention, I hated the spotlight, which right now, would have to be the sun. So I breathed a loud sigh of relief when I stepped into the cool stables and smelt the faint yet oh-so familiar scent of hay and horses. Ah. For the first time since I'd set foot out of my dad's rusty old pickup, I felt my shoulders drop and I felt myself relax, if only the smallest of bits.
I looked around. This place was gorgeous, and I'd never seen a stable so well-kept- the floors were shiny, and brushed free of any specks of dust or hay. The stalls looked like they were mucked every hour, the water buckets and feeding nets were spic and span, the lights had no cobwebs, and even the cross ties seemed neat, somehow, to me. As I walked slowly, probably looking like a bit of a lunatic, but I didn't care, I examined every inch of where I would now ride. I sighed. I had to admit, my old stable, Bridle Creek Acres, was nothing compared to the one at CCA. But I was not going to go all gushy on how nice it was here. Nope, not gonna happen.
I grinned when I looked down the aisle and over a few horses, and saw my mare's gorgeous, dark eyes and stark white blaze staring back at me. I speed-walked over to her and let myself into her stall. I closed my eyes for a second. CCA was already crazy, and right now, I needed some time to make sure Ruby was settled in. "Hey, girl." I said in my very strong Australian accent. Some people mistook me for British, and I had nothing against Brits, but I hated that people just assumed, you know? I mean, looking around, I assumed all of these people were American, but I could be wrong. I'm not going to go up to someone and immediately start talking to them like their from the US, just because their in the US. If that makes sense. I grabbed Ruby's rather mucky forest green grooming kit, which I was almost proud to say I had gotten at the flea market back in Australia, and pulled out his curry comb. I brushed her free of dry mud, and then used the body brush to make her shine like a copper penny. She was one of the only things I was proud of, but deep inside, I hoped that she wouldn't be my only friend here. Whatever. I looked up, suddenly, when I felt eyes watching me from the tall, shiny silver bars of the stall. Oh, no. I looked up, it was...
 ATTIRE
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Post by sammie on Nov 30, 2012 6:16:19 GMT -5
OOC: Please delete your post, my post is incomplete as it says so you cannot post in it.
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Post by Vanessa★ on Nov 30, 2012 11:33:54 GMT -5
OCC: Can I claim it??
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Post by sammie on Nov 30, 2012 16:19:21 GMT -5
OOC: sure, at least 250 words please
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Post by Vanessa★ on Nov 30, 2012 16:20:59 GMT -5
OCC:Claimed I'll post later
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