"Are you still hungry enough to make it here?"
Now entering her second semester at Silver Hawk Ridge, Savannah Bells has everything going for her: amazing friends, an even more amazing boyfriend, a spot on the national team, and her incredible equin...
"Who knew January would be so cold?" I ground out sarcastically. We had just arrived at campus for the second semester, and it looked like the first day all over again with dozens of kids milling around and R.A.'s trying to coordinate parents. There were tarps laid out over the snow so nothing would get wet, and luggage piled high on each one. There wasn't as much to unload this time around, but it was still a complete and utter zoo. I caught a look in the truck mirror to make sure everything was neat and tidy. My blue turtleneck and black, ripped mom-jeans didn't have a single wrinkle. I'd given up with my bottom rib-length hair because if I was going to be riding all the time, I couldn't depend on a good hair day ever, so I'd gotten it cut to a shoulder length bob. Drew's necklace that he'd gotten me for Christmas glinted around the base of the turtle neck. My black paddock boots didn't have a trace of dirt on them. All good to go in my opinion.
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"Alright kiddo, go down and unload the beast, we'll get your stuff up to the dorm" my dad called, tossing me the keys to the truck. I heard Rega whinny from the trailer.
"Hang in there ma'am, almost done" I called out to my now impatient mare. I pulled my coat around my body tighter. It was an unusually cold winter, even for January. I contentedly enjoyed the warmth of the truck for a few minutes before getting out to help the grooms unload everything from the trailer. I opened the door, and Rega stepped out with a raised head, surveying the area as if it was a queen and her kingdom. Her tail was raised at attention. The team of grooms hustled my stuff to my locker and to take Rega's feed and supplements to the feed room while I led Rega to her stall.
"Nice to see you there kiddo!" Ray called from the stall on Rega's left where he was settling another horse in.
"Nice to see you too! So much for the weather" I laughed. Normally someone's palomino appaloosa mare inhabited that space, but it was a completely different horse when I looked in briefly. And this horse was not intend on quieting down right away.
"Hey easy there, missy. Looks like they don't call you 'Granny Smith' for nothing". Interesting, now that Rega was settled in, I had to look.
The other horse wasn't in sight whatsoever. Instead there was a smaller bay mare with a large white star on her forehead that was almost shaped like Africa. I looked down at the nameplate. Interesting the only horse I knew that had that star and had "Granny Smith" associated was-
Juicy Show Name: Granny Smith
No way...
"Savannah!"
I barely had time to turn before I was crushed in a hug by my lifelong partner in crime, best barn buddy, and homie-
"Delaney! What? How? When?!"
"I got an email after one of my shows in early October from Mr. Watts and Ms. Flint saying they had a scholarship spot open and wanted me to try out. I made it and they said I could come in for the second semester!"
