Harrison Heights Academy

Take That

This is one of my favorite chpaters. This is the last chapter that is finished. The updates will now probubly be areound every two to three weeks. Please let me know what you think of it.

Sorry for any mistakes!

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“Okay everyone, now that the horses are warmed-up, lets head out onto the course. I’ll go last so if you get stuck or something happens just stop and go to the edge of the trail,” Coach said from atop Apollo. This was one of the first times I’ve ever seen Coach on a horse.

Apollo was a five year old, green, dapple grey, Thoroughbred, stallion. He was at the other end of the barn from Storm and Jack. He was Coach’s horse that she rode.

“Alright, Juno, you are going to go first, then Hannah. Following Hannah will be Jessica, Sara, Alicia, and then I will go last,” Coach said. “Wait three minutes before going. This is a long course with some difficult jumps. Pace yourself, I’m trusting you all to listen to your horse and understand them.”

Storm was starting to get antsy and so was everyone else.

“Okay, let’s start before these horses waste all their energy,” Coach said trying to settle Apollo. “Juno, you can go ahead and go to the starting box.”

I walked Storm over to the starting box. I turned him around so he didn’t take off. I looked down at my watch and got ready to start the stopwatch on it.

“Okay Juno, ready. Set. Go!” Everyone yelled.

I hit the start button on my watch and spun Storm around. He flew out of the start box and galloped off.

I pulled him up to slow him so he had energy for the whole course, even though I knew he was built for stamina. 

I held Storm steady as we approached a two foot stone wall. I could feel Storm start to get excited and pointed his ears forward.

Three, two, one, up! I thought in my head. I pushed him over the wall. He cleared the wall with ease.

Storm cantered down an easy slope to an open field with a fallen tree that was trimmed into a jump, a pile of logs, and a old fence. The tree was about two feet tall and a foot and a half wide. The pile of logs was two-six, and about two feet wide. The fence was only about a foot and a half.

Storm cantered across the field and up to the tree.

Three, two, one, up, I counted again. There was about five strides until the logs then only about three to the fence.

Five, four, three, two, one, up, I counted between the tree and the logs. Storm tucked up and cleared the logs with ease.

“Three, two, one, up!” I said aloud. Storm cleared everything with ease and didn’t even flinch.

We cantered down a winding trail through the woods. I saw a level jump, one that you had to jump up onto a ledge and then back down to the ground. I wasn’t a fan of these jumps but Storm loved them. They were hard to handle and required experience.

Storm’s stride lengthened and his ears went strait forward. I gave him rein and pushed him forward

“Three, two, one, up!” I counted. Storm popped up to the next level. There was only enough space for one stride on the level. Storm landed on the level and took a stride, and then he jumped down a foot onto ground level.

Once Storm landed he tossed his head and bucked playfully. I laughed and let him run down a straight trail then slowed him down when I saw a stream that I knew would be best to be jumped. It was down a small slope. The stream was about two feet across.