I had waited my whole life to move into the jumper ring. I lived for the feeling of jumping the abnormal patterns and colorful jumps. The exhilaration of racing against a clock and not another rider who had a beautiful, professionally trained import who cantered around a ring. I felt at home in the ring. Like I belonged.
In the first summer I showed jumpers I felt as if people would take notice. I mean, the higher placings, the better standings, the more ribbons and coolers to hang up. Slowly but surely, they did.
I ended off my year showing 1.00meter jumpers and winning classes at that. I was ready to move up.
In the winter I worked my ass off to meet my trainers and my own expectations. I rode five days a week on my horse and performed both mentally and physically demanding exercises. Because of the amount of time I spent riding, I dropped out of public school and joined an online school which credited riding academies. I could not explain to you how badly I wanted to join an academy. Simply, it was a one way ticket to success.
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AUTHORS NOTE:
Sorry for the short chapter guys:/ I didn't want to get too confused with the next one!
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