KhanRose Riding Academy

Chapter 1: If he's ok then so am I

A/n: this chapter is not supposed to be a real interesting chapter. My writing gets better the more you read.
Thanks for reading!

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"Dear, we are hear" I heard my mothers silky smooth voice call to me.
We were driving to my new school, KhanRose Academy. I had been given a scholarship to this school, I was an amazing equestrian, according to them. It gave me a year period for high school. This school was amazing, it had the best riding program in the USA, and don't forget academics. They pushed you hard in this school, and I never was the one who was always on top of school work. My parents were hoping this would help me stay on top of my priorities.
We had been riding in our blue Chevy Silverado for some time now, pulling our matching trailer in the back.
We lived in South Carolina, and the place was located in Tennessee.
I looked back at my mom, her short brown hair stark against her blue eyes. My dad was driving, his black short hair and green eyes focused on the winding road ahead of us. We had just came in the opening gates, and the black road kept going to the front office. The green grass was perfectly cut and the side walks swept. We slowly went down the road until we got to the barn parking lot.

I jumped out of the car. My long blonde hair swung as I got out. My dark blue rimmed eyes glanced at everyone around me. There were many guys and girls taking out huge horses, while in their expensive outfits. I looked down at my out fit, black breeches and a navy blue polo.

My tall boots crunched as my mom and I walked down to the front office. Opening the glass door, I felt the cool air hit me as the hot one left. Inside it was very polished looking. We walked forward to the older lady at the desk.

"Name miss" she said with a smile.

"Ella Grace Jenson" I replied

She searched thru her big stack of papers. She finally found a huge stack of papers for me.
"Ok, so here is everything you need to know. Go ahead and unload your horse if you have one and find where it goes. Thanks."

Walking out, I saw my dad waiting by the trailer. I jogged to the blue trailer, and unlocked the door. In side was my 17 hand flea bitten gray thoroughbred gelding, Keller. He was 10 years old, and had done everything under the sun. He wasn't a push button horse, he had his things about him, but he was my baby boy. I had had him for about three years now, and loved every second of it.

I walked in cooing "Hey Kell." He responded with a low rumble. Unhooking his halter, I connected his leather lead to his leather halter. Engraved on a plate, it said 'GONE PLATINUM' and under that, 'Keller'.
He backed out and looked at his surroundings.

Mom and Dad stood by quietly, before Dad spoke up "Let's bring him in"
"He's in 216." Mom read off. I walked in the barn with my silly boy behind me looking around.
The barn was all wood, with dark red brick floors. There was natural light shining in, and the stalls were huge. They seemed to be about 14 by 14. Inside was a hay rack with a feed bucket and a automatic water bowl. The shavings were thick and plushy. In front of every stall, was a wooden tack locker. It had two saddle racks and several places to put things

"Here you are!" I spoke to him. The name plate said his show name and my name under it. He walked in, I unhaltered him, and he spun around and drank out of a automatic water bowl. Now all that was left was me to settle in.

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