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Post by Kate Perselie on May 13, 2013 17:27:26 GMT -6
I walked into the barn, my slightly dirty Ariat Tredstep boots clicking on the ground. Even though I had been at Appleberry all year I still couldn't get over how clean and put together everything was. Even the stables were spotless; not a single piece of hay was out of place. At first I had been uncomfortable with the incredible cleanliness, I had learned to appreciate and even make it my own.
As I passed a hay bale I gripped one piece of hay between my fingers and flicked it onto the ground. It was a hardly noticeable rebellion, but it made me feel better for some reason. It wasn't that I was a rebellious kid (I was actually the complete opposite), but having something that made the Appleberry life a little less perfect was a good thing if you asked me. It was something I had started doing since I had arrived and I wasn't about to break tradition.
I walked over to Abbott's stall door and watched as he peered over at me before going back to eating his hay. My beautiful bay horse was just a lease, but we had a connection that was getting stronger every day. He was an off the track thoroughbred, so sometimes his canter would get away from me. I was learning to better control it though, which is why I needed all the extra hacks I could get.
I clucked twice before walking into the stall and letting Abbott put his head on my shoulder. I laughed, slipping the halter over his head.
"Come on, boy." I said, leading Abbott out of his stall and into one of the grooming stalls.
I walked into the tack room, grabbed my tack, and walked back out. I started grooming Abbott, letting my mind wander. I slipped on the saddle pad, gel pad, and saddle, then the martingale and girth. Finally, I slid the 2 ring bridle into his mouth struggling for a moment before he reluctantly opened his mouth, feeling the bit between his teeth. Once in the ring I mounted, letting Abbott stretch his legs for a bit before doing an actual work out.
I heard someone walk in the ring and turned around to see who it was.
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on May 13, 2013 19:09:47 GMT -6
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'they're back. the texts. i've tried and tried to find out who they're from. vi and i could only track it to a cabin in the woods, and it looks deserted. we're gonna... go over there, soon. we just have to get our hands on a gun and we'll be good to go.' i said all this, my voice muffled against midnight's black neck. i loved the sweet scent of hay that wafted off of his shiny fur. he seemed to absorb all of the info as he leaned into me, his eyes fluttering shut. i patter his shoulder lightly before grabbing a brush and flicking it lightly over his coat until it was as bright and glistening as the night sky that he was named after. my tall thoroughbred gelding was just like me- beautiful, feisty and quick. and plus, he was the alpha male of his pasture, naturally, as i was the alpha female of appleberry.
after midnight was tacked in his spotless jumping tack, i gathered his reins and led him out of the stable. i'd gotten a brand new set of tack for half a million dollars plus the new boots that had been in the olympic show catalogue the past winter. everything about me was flawlessly spotless and shone brightly as i strutted down the isle towards the jumping arena and swung myself onto midnight's back gracefully. my golden hair barely moved in it's perfectly taught golden braid under my ridiculously expensive helmet. we slipped soundlessly into the arena and when i looked up, i noticed another girl with familiar brown hair who shared the ring with me. 'kate! omg!' i said, grinning widely as i squeezed midnight's side so that he'd trot over to her and her horse.
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Post by Kate Perselie on May 16, 2013 17:33:46 GMT -6
WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER WE THOUGHT
EVERYONE WAS ON OUR SIDE
"Hey girl!" I said smiling. I hadn't seen my BFF in forever, and it was great to finally see her again. I wrapped by legs around Abbott, squeezing him forward lightly while giving him a small half halt. If I only used legs he would trot forward with excitement. Even though I only urged him forward lightly he still moved forward eagerly, his big brown head bobbing. Abbott was the cutest. We slowed down as we neared Sammie and her horse. I moved Abbott a little bit away. He wasn't a huge fan of other horses. Once, while a groom was hand walking a pony around, Abbott leaned out of his stall and bit the poor pony! Luckily he was wearing a blanket so Abbott got a mouthful of that instead of a mouthful of pony. They close his door when hand walking now. "So what's been up?" I asked her, giving Abbott a long rein and letting him walk around. taggedwho?
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on May 16, 2013 18:27:04 GMT -6
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i smiled softly at her, and i led midnight at a forward walk about a horse-distance behind her. 'what's been up?' she asked. so much. too much. and there was none of it that she could tell her friend. 'oh, you know. i've been doing a lot of shopping.' i said warily, before regaining my posture and winking at her, back to the old sammie. 'and flirting.' i said mischeviously before giggling along with her. 'what about you?'
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Post by Kate Perselie on May 20, 2013 9:14:56 GMT -6
WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER WE THOUGHT
EVERYONE WAS ON OUR SIDE
I smiled. Sammie was one of the most popular girls in school, but that didn't mean that she wasn't a good friend. In fact, she was a really good one. She was kind and interesting, but she could be harsh and biting to those who was rude to her and her friends, which included me. It was nice to have someone always by my side and there for me. "Same old same old," I replied. "Shopping, eating, riding. Not flirting." I said with a smile and light laugh. Sammie knew as well as anybody that I was a terrible flirt, or at talking to boys in general. There honestly wasn't very much going on in my life, but I knew there was something else going on in Sammie's. There always was. "So...really nothing new? No horse showing, no new guys?" I said, smirking and winking. I hoped Sammie would respond. And not lie. I knew there was something going on. She almost seemed sad. Nervous. Sammie was never nervous, and if she was sad she would pretend she wasn't. That was just the kind of person she was. Even before horse shows, Sammie was the cool and confident one, while I was nervous to the bone, eating basically everything in sight, which I liked to think was one of my talents. Eating and not getting fat. I was a nervous eater. And a bored eater. And a hungry eating. And a full eater. But no matter how nervous I got and no matter how much I ate Sammie was always there to ease my nerves and pull the food away. It was another great part of having Sammie as a friend. One of the not so great parts was that she hid how she felt. She was a great listener just not a great talker. It was like she wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted her to feel like she could tell me anything, but she didn't. It made me feel bad, like she couldn't trust me enough to tell anything she wanted to. She could. She could tell me anything and I wouldn't tell anyone. Ever. I held the reins loosely, wondering if she would tell me. taggedwho?
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on May 20, 2013 9:44:44 GMT -6
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my gaze dropped to midnight's saddle, and i tossed my golden hair, smiling wistfully at her. i stared at my best friend. she was adorable. innocent. and i needed someone just like that in my life. lying to her was the worst thing that i had to do by far. for a second, just a second, i considered telling her everything. she knew i was lying, she always did, no matter how good of a liar i am, and i am a really good liar. lots of practice. but if i told her, she'd be in danger. not telling her put our friendship in jeopardy. i hoped that she'd understand why i couldn't tell her this, but i knew she probably wouldn't. and i couldn't expect her to. pain filled my icy blue eyes for a split second before the cold front when up again, a mask of collected perfection covering the pain and fear on my face. i hoped she'd find the diaries once i was gone, i really did. she deserves to know the truth about where i went, what i had been doing, why i was gone. 'sweetie, there's always something new.' i said, my voice edged with sadness. i stared at her for a moment before clicking midnight into a canter and circling him. i hoped she got the message that i didn't... couldn't, talk about this.
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Post by Kate Perselie on May 20, 2013 10:39:24 GMT -6
WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER WE THOUGHT
EVERYONE WAS ON OUR SIDE
I pursed my lips as Sammie rode into a canter, circling neatly. I urged Abbott into a smooth trot, careful to make sure that his pace was even. I was more angry than upset and I felt my teeth clench tightly. Why couldn't Sammie tell me? I squinted, trying to concentrate on Abbott. He was a big horse with a mind of his own and it needed all of my concentration to keep him controlled. I didn't want the conversation to end. I just wanted Sammie to tell me what was wrong. That clearly wasn't going to happen. I tried to concentrate, wiping my mind of the argument that had just happened. Was it an argument? We hadn't fought, not really. I gave Abbott slight half halts, keeping him balanced with my right rein. I kept my hands at a right angle, tipping my hands and keeping my arms relaxed and my elbows a little bit out. I opened my thighs to avoid gripping with my knees and kept a soft grip with my lower legs. We changed directions, working that way too. Abbott bent around my leg. I swapped my diagonal and gave Abbott a squeeze, keeping him moving forward. I sat back a bit more. Abbott and I had been making improvements steadily as time went on. We were working more as a team and it was obvious. He was listening to me more and not running out of the canter. I felt Abbott's breath beneath me. Three, two, one, canter. I smiled despite myself. Our transition was smooth, even on the first try which rarely happened. After going around three times in both directions I let Abbott walk. His body moved smoothly to the walk and his ears perked up happily. I eyed Sammie, watching her. More than anything I didn't want to fight. I wanted her to tell me what was going on, but if she wasn't ready...I sighed, trying to ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach. taggedwho?
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on May 20, 2013 10:50:13 GMT -6
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'look, kate, don't be mad.' i said, half-pleadingly and half-demandingly. i shut my eyes, pulling midnight into a walk before regaining my composure, turning my head to watch her. then, something clicked inside me. i had to tell her at least something. and plus, it might help me a little too. as easy as i made it look, keeping everything inside was hard. 'i'm in trouble.' i said, nodding quickly as i spoke, my face solemn. 'big trouqble.'
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Post by Kate Perselie on Jun 10, 2013 9:18:52 GMT -6
Sammie never begged. It wasn't what she was doing. She was asking. Asking. Sammie didn't ask anything from anyone. That was one giveaway. It made me know she was serious. The other was the look on her face. It wasn't one I had seen often, if at all. Not quite fear. No, Queen Bee Sammie couldn't show anyone her true feelings. In fact, she knew more about me than I knew about her. The look on her face wasn't fear. It was solemness. Her face had grown paler than it was normally (bright pink and smirking/smiling), and her lips were pursed.
"I'm not mad." I told her, trying to rub the feeling away. "But if you're in trouble, I want to help. You can tell me anything. We've been friends for long enough." I walked Abbott closer to her and Midnight. "I promise I won't judge you and I won't say anything to anyone if you don't want me to. You can trust me." I meant it. Every word I said spilled out of my mouth. I had no idea what sort of trouble Sammie was in but I could tell she needed to talk to someone and I wanted to be that person.
I watched someone else get onto their horse and walk into the ring, starting to warm up. Mr. Conner was probably going to start a lesson soon, in which case this was not a good time to talk about something like this.
"Come to my dorm at 4." I told her, lowering my voice. "We can talk privately there," I hoped she would say yes. "I'll make cookies and hot chocolate." I said in a teasing tone. My cookies were ah-may-zing and super hard to resist. It would sweeten the deal. I watched Sammie with pleading eyes. Now all I needed was a response.
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Jun 10, 2013 9:20:24 GMT -6
-closed (let's make the dorm thread)-
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Post by Kate Perselie on Jun 10, 2013 9:21:01 GMT -6
okay ill start it, it'll be done in a few minutes.
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