Post by Lola Rose on Jan 31, 2014 14:14:27 GMT -5
Lola tapped her foot to the music blasting out of her headphones, wishing for the hundredth time that she could play that guitar riff. They were getting close now, or at least she thought they were, cause Auntie Meredith was putting on her lipstick and patting her hair into place. Lola scrabbled in her messy bag for her compact and flipped it open. Yeah, she looked alright. She ran a hand through her messy pale blond hair and tried out a smile. Cool. Her aunt twisted round to speak to her, but she couldn't hear her over the awesome guitar solo. She snatched her headphones off.
"Sorry Auntie M, missed that last bit."
"I said we're nearly there sweetie. Are you ready? You're not going to fix your hair...?"
Lola grinned back at her aunt - she was always trying to get Lola to look more like a good little girl from the suburbs should. But Lola was a city girl with tangled hair and too much eyeliner, and that was the way she liked it.
"Sure, I'm ready. Bet Rebel's ready to get out the trailer as well."
As they swept down the drive of Canterwood Crest, Lola took in the well-kept lawns and neat little trees, beautiful stone buildings and, in the distance, the huge fancy barn. Students were everywhere: sitting on benches, wrapped up in coats and scarves, wandering across campus with cups of coffee, hurrying to class. She could even see a group of people jumping in the arena. She couldn't help but smile a bit as she thought about starting riding lessons, it was gonna be freaking awesome. As they pulled up in the parking lot she jumped out of the car and ran round to the trailer they'd hired for Rebel. As she opened the door the cute paint mare whinnied excitedly, no doubt smelling other horses nearby. She clipped on a lead line and led her horse out of the trailer and down the path towards the barn. Her aunt and uncle were sorting her horse junk from her dorm junk, so she carried on without them, humming one of her favorite tunes. Rebel jogged along beside her, the clip-clopping of her hooves echoing the clunk of Lola's chunky boot heels on the path. Frost coated every blade of grass, and a chilly mist hung in the air, despite the weak sunlight, and Lola was glad she'd packed plenty of warm clothes - and blankets for Rebel. She pushed open the door to the barn and took in the awesome interior. Best barn she'd ever been in, at least. There were several other kids around - grooming, tacking their horses up, chatting in the aisles.
Some of the girls in there looked like models from the latest Ariat catalogue. Lola laughed inwardly at how out of place she must look, in her shredded jeans and flannel shirt. Her heeled rocker boots added a good 3 inches to her height, and she put her game face on, chin up. She led Rebel down to her stall. It was huge compared to the one at her old stable, and Rebel tried out a little trot around once she'd taken the halter off.
"Idiot," smirked Lola, scratching her behind her ear and slipping her a mint. She let herself out of the stall as Rebel sniffed at the pile of hay in her stall. Her horse whinnied back at her, then squealed and bucked for no reason. Lola turned back around and leant over the stall door.
"Calm down, dahl!" She murmured to the mare, who was pacing around her stall. She kicked out at thin air, snorting and sniffing. Lola rolled her eyes and sighed resignedly, turning to go back to the car to get Rebel's blanket, it always helped her settle into a new stall if she hung up the blanket - Lola guessed it smelt familiar. As she reached to get the door it swung open, a blast of frozen January air gusting into the barn.
"Sorry Auntie M, missed that last bit."
"I said we're nearly there sweetie. Are you ready? You're not going to fix your hair...?"
Lola grinned back at her aunt - she was always trying to get Lola to look more like a good little girl from the suburbs should. But Lola was a city girl with tangled hair and too much eyeliner, and that was the way she liked it.
"Sure, I'm ready. Bet Rebel's ready to get out the trailer as well."
As they swept down the drive of Canterwood Crest, Lola took in the well-kept lawns and neat little trees, beautiful stone buildings and, in the distance, the huge fancy barn. Students were everywhere: sitting on benches, wrapped up in coats and scarves, wandering across campus with cups of coffee, hurrying to class. She could even see a group of people jumping in the arena. She couldn't help but smile a bit as she thought about starting riding lessons, it was gonna be freaking awesome. As they pulled up in the parking lot she jumped out of the car and ran round to the trailer they'd hired for Rebel. As she opened the door the cute paint mare whinnied excitedly, no doubt smelling other horses nearby. She clipped on a lead line and led her horse out of the trailer and down the path towards the barn. Her aunt and uncle were sorting her horse junk from her dorm junk, so she carried on without them, humming one of her favorite tunes. Rebel jogged along beside her, the clip-clopping of her hooves echoing the clunk of Lola's chunky boot heels on the path. Frost coated every blade of grass, and a chilly mist hung in the air, despite the weak sunlight, and Lola was glad she'd packed plenty of warm clothes - and blankets for Rebel. She pushed open the door to the barn and took in the awesome interior. Best barn she'd ever been in, at least. There were several other kids around - grooming, tacking their horses up, chatting in the aisles.
Some of the girls in there looked like models from the latest Ariat catalogue. Lola laughed inwardly at how out of place she must look, in her shredded jeans and flannel shirt. Her heeled rocker boots added a good 3 inches to her height, and she put her game face on, chin up. She led Rebel down to her stall. It was huge compared to the one at her old stable, and Rebel tried out a little trot around once she'd taken the halter off.
"Idiot," smirked Lola, scratching her behind her ear and slipping her a mint. She let herself out of the stall as Rebel sniffed at the pile of hay in her stall. Her horse whinnied back at her, then squealed and bucked for no reason. Lola turned back around and leant over the stall door.
"Calm down, dahl!" She murmured to the mare, who was pacing around her stall. She kicked out at thin air, snorting and sniffing. Lola rolled her eyes and sighed resignedly, turning to go back to the car to get Rebel's blanket, it always helped her settle into a new stall if she hung up the blanket - Lola guessed it smelt familiar. As she reached to get the door it swung open, a blast of frozen January air gusting into the barn.