Post by emoguy95 on Jan 26, 2013 12:50:04 GMT -5
I leaned back into my seat in my parents car which was followed by our stables large blue and white trailer and the moving trucks bringing all of belongings. I looked out the window with half hearted interest as I got my first glimpse of the campus that would be my new home for the next two years before I packed up and went to College. I got out of the car as soon as the car was parked and my parents started to get out. I headed straight for the trailer so I could get my horse Storm and lead him to his new home.
I smirked as a group of girls walked by and did a double take to look at me and my dark appearance. I snorted and muttered, "Stupid Girls it's like they've never seen an Emo person before" I took Storm's black lead line from my mom and lead my stunning dapple grey arabian gelding out of the trailer with a clatter of hooves on metal then the crunch of hooves hitting gravel. I patted Storm on his neck and said, "Hey you could you carry my tack and such to the stables" my query was directed at one of my stable hands from my rehab stables who'd come with us.
I lead Storm down a hill and towards the campus's medium sized black and white stables. I noted with hidden relief that there was indoor arena as well as an outdoor one that looked to be an adequate size for me and Storm. I walked into the stables and dug into pocket of my black breeches to find Storm's stall and tack rack numbers. I headed with Storm in tow to stall 13 I rolled my eyes at bunch of girls who stood staring at me. I put Storm into his stall and locked the door before going to make sure Storm's Tack got put away in the right place when I bumped into someone I snapped, "Watch where you're going loser!"
I smirked as a group of girls walked by and did a double take to look at me and my dark appearance. I snorted and muttered, "Stupid Girls it's like they've never seen an Emo person before" I took Storm's black lead line from my mom and lead my stunning dapple grey arabian gelding out of the trailer with a clatter of hooves on metal then the crunch of hooves hitting gravel. I patted Storm on his neck and said, "Hey you could you carry my tack and such to the stables" my query was directed at one of my stable hands from my rehab stables who'd come with us.
I lead Storm down a hill and towards the campus's medium sized black and white stables. I noted with hidden relief that there was indoor arena as well as an outdoor one that looked to be an adequate size for me and Storm. I walked into the stables and dug into pocket of my black breeches to find Storm's stall and tack rack numbers. I headed with Storm in tow to stall 13 I rolled my eyes at bunch of girls who stood staring at me. I put Storm into his stall and locked the door before going to make sure Storm's Tack got put away in the right place when I bumped into someone I snapped, "Watch where you're going loser!"
