"Ready to go?" Mom asks as we all pile in the car.
"Yes, mother," Troy groans. Let's just say he is not too pleased to have to come along to drop me off at my "Weirdo pony camp for dorks". He would much rather be hanging around the town pool with his friends, wasting money on ice cream and attempting stunts off of the high dive. As Dad pulls out of our short driveway, I reread my mental checklist.
"WAIT!" I shout. The car screeches to a halt and everyone swings around to stare at me. "I forgot my riding helmet!"
"Of course you did," sighs Troy. I jump out of the car and run into the house. I pound up the stairs and grab my Charles Owen helmet off of it's hook. I race back downstairs and hurry back into the car. I mumble a quick sorry and pull my phone out of my hoodie pocket and open the Maps app. I groan. We are leaving twenty minutes behind schedule. I have a feeling that nobody at this high-end camp tolerates others being late.
"Wake up! Sylvie, we're here,"
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Horse Camp Chronicles
General Fiction12 year old Sylvie Johnson gets the one in a million chance to attend a prestigious 4-week riding camp away from home. Her family pulls together the money for her to attend, but when she arrives, she is well aware that she doesn't fit it. Being surr...
