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[Kate Perselie]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: F0FFFF; border-left: #7FFFD4 solid 15px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Now it's time to build up from the bottom of the pit, right to the top I walked into the barn, my hair pulled into a messy bun, my eyes still lined with a perfect cat eye from school. I smiled, happy to be at the barn. I hadn't been riding in a week, so I was sure that I was going to have an off day. At my last lesson I had had a sharp pain that shot up my side every time I rode. I couldn't catch my breath and I had had trouble breathing. I had tried to ride through it, but eventually I just couldn't anymore. It was my first time riding since them, and frankly I was nervous. I couldn't bear the fact that I hadn't been able to ride. I had missed Abbott especially, the horse that I was leasing. He seemed to have missed me to, and stuck his bay head out of his stall door, watching me. I picked up his halter and matching lead rope and quickly lead him into the grooming stall. I walked into the locker room and opened my locker. Grabbing my things, I walked back out to start grooming him. I picked up the curry comb and began brushing in quick, round circles. Tiny puffs of dust formed. The next brush was the hard brush. Very little dust came off. The horses here were very well groomed, and even when I wasn't around, Abbott was always taken care of. I finished with the soft brush. Abbott shook his head up and down and perked his ears. I picked up the saddle pad, which was light blue, and placed it on his back. The color looked great, a dark maroon. I flattened it on his back. Next came the other pad and the saddle. I put on the girth, making sure that the straps covered the top of the girth. I tightened it just enough, and Abbott let out a soft puff of breath. I grabbed my helmet off the rack and put it on, buckling the straps. Next I put on the bridle. It was a hackamore, so Abbott didn't bother turning his head away. I fixed the browband and buckled the straps. Taking ahold of the reins, I lead Abbott out of the grooming stalls and into the indoor arena. I took Rye around the ring twice at the walk to let him stretch. The ring was huge, with long windows stretching down the long sides. The jumps were painted to perfection in the school colors, green and gold. Once we had walked around I pushed my legs against Rye's sides and led him into the trot. I waited for the pain. It didn't come. I relaxed. He was forward, moving nicely and smoothly under my legs, his ears swiveling. I posted, leaning a bit forward and closing my hip angle. I was glad that the pain had left me. Even though this was true, I decided that I should take it easy just to be careful. The door to the ring opened, and someone walked in. I looked up to see who it was. tagged anyone words # here outfit Outfit here notesNotes here

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(Sorry my post isn't going to be as long nor as awesome as yours but i'll try )

I jogged down towards the stables eagerly awaiting the moment when I could see Splash my chestnut arabian gelding I hadn't seen him him since Wednesday because of homework I was glad i'd opted out of being on a riding team because I would have never had gotten my homework done if i'd had a lesson after school. I slowed as I entered the stables so I didn't frighten the horses and headed for the tack room to grab my tack and grooming kit once I got it all set up I went to grab Splash who nickered loudly in greeting to me. I smiled to him and lead him out of his stall and to the cross ties where all my tools and tack was. I started grooming by picking out his hooves they were surprisingly clean since he'd been out in the paddocks for two days.

I shrugged and grabbed the curry comb and went over his coat with that he was quite a bit dusty most likely from rolling around in the dirt. I then went on to use a hard brush then a soft brush then I did his face with a face brush and combed out his mane and tail before I put on his tack. Once he was tacked up i lead him to the ring I decided we'd just do a little dressage and maybe some cantering.


I walked into the ring only to find me and splash weren't the only ones planning to ride I waved to the girl already there I hoped she didn't try and talk to me too much I was a failure at talking to girls. I swung my self into the saddle and started walking Splash around the ring.

[Kate Perselie]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: F0FFFF; border-left: #7FFFD4 solid 15px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Now it's time to build up from the bottom of the pit, right to the top I watched the boy mount his horse, a lovely chestnut. I wasn't very good at talking to people, never mind boys. I stopped those thoughts. I was a better version of the old me, the me that I had been before Canterwood. I was shy and didn't talk to very many people. I didn't want that to be me. I wanted to talk to people. I wanted people to talk to me and like me. I kind of...wanted to be popular. It was terrible to say. I was never one of the girls who cared a lot about being popular, so I didn't know why I cared now. The boy looked nice though, and so did his horse. Horses. At least I already knew that I had something in common with him. It would be pretty easy then to start up a conversation, right? “You have a pretty horse.” I said, not thinking of anything better I could say. "What kind of horse is he?" I asked, slowing to a walk but continuing my way around the ring. Did I walk up to him? Or should I keep going around the ring? I decided that walking around the ring would be the best option. taggedwho? words # here outfit Outfit here notesNotes here

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