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[Scarlett Beaumont]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] Thank the gods that classes were finally over for the week. One week down, many more to go. Scarlett was liking Appleberry so far but the classes were no cakewalk. Neither were some of the girls. Talk about bitchy and self-absorbed. But, on the bright side, her history was under wraps and she was reinventing herself. That, to Scar, is worth all the tough classes and bitchy girls that Appleberry Crest can throw at her. With the school week coming to a close, what shall she do on a Friday night? She loved a good time but she didn't feel like doing any of the typical teen Friday night things. Almost subconciously, she decided to go for a ride. It was around four o'clock when her black field boots hit the hard floors of the barn. Strutting down the aisle, she heard the tapping of her heels over the regular barn sounds of horses munching on hay and shifting in their stalls. It was a gorgeous day outside so she decided to opt to ride outside. She could watch the sunset and maybe take a trail afterwards if her little heart desire. Walking to the tack room, she chose her training close contact saddle, hunter green saddle pad girth, running martingale, bridle, and some matching hunter green polo wraps. Carrying all of her tack under one arm, saddle resting on her hip, she grabbed her grooming bag in her other. Upon her arrival outside Glory's door, she placed all of her goodies on his stall door. The obnoxious gelding nosed the leather goods, nearly knocking them of. Laughing, she scolded the big dappled grey, "Glory, c'mon, don't ruin all my perfect balancing." Grabbing his leather halter and lead, the big Irish Sport Horse stuck his head willingly into it and she lead him out, careful to open and shut his stall door as not to knock over her tack. Tossing his lead over his neck, Glory stood calmly as she clipped the crossties to his halter and then unclipped his lead, tossing it on top of his tack trunk. While at her tack trunk, she plopped her grooming tote on top and fished through it for a curry comb. Sliding her hand into the small handle on the back, she began to groom her big grey in large circles. [/style]

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[michael]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,425,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EFEFEF;] WORDS 330 TAGS OPEN NOTES New Template! ❝ M ichael walked into barn glancing at his watch 4:15 in he afternoon he would have liked to ride around 6;30 but all the outdoor rings were booked because of course everyone was thinking the same thing. "Let's ride later because it's cooler" He sighed as he walked into the tack room and headed for Sonny's tack he knew people thought he was weird for giving his horse his middle name but he didn't care it matched the bay gelding very well he thought. Michael picked up his dark tomato red saddle pad and leg wraps as well as he black saddle and bridle and a red lead line before heading out to Sonny stall. He put his tack on a rack near a pair of cross-ties. He nodded to Scarlett a girl he'd met after Math class once he gave her a small smile as he grabbed his lead line and went into Sonny's stall. He lead the 16.2 hand bay gelding out to the cross-ties before starting to groom him. He picked out his hooves carefully he grimaced as he noticed that Sonny's hooves were starting to get bad as were his teeth they needed to be filed and he needed new shoes they were too small for him. He called out to Scarlett as he finished Sonny's last hoof, "Hey, do you know if the Dentist and the Farrier are coming any time soon?" He put his hoof pick away and grabbed his curry comb he started doing hard circles all around the geldings body minus his face and legs and his neck he didn't like the circles on his neck. ❞

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