Mother had told me that Marcus was to arrive later that afternoon and I was to be at the welcoming party I really did not want to go, while skipping the party altogether had crossed my mind I had quickly pushed that thought away it would only give mother more of an excuse to make me babysit plus I kind of wanted to meet Marcus… As I clomped up the stairs I wondered what I was going to wear the thought of clothes made me excited I started to run up the stairs now, I was picturing myself in the pretest gown ever as I ran up the stairs I almost collided with my mother.
“Mother can you please take me shopping?” I asked hopefully.
“sorry Len I’m quite busy ” she smiled “hay but I’m actually quite glad I ran into you, could you please work the horses today”
I didn’t smile “but Mum it’s almost the weekend, i have a show tomorrow and there is a party to night I need to get ready
“I hope you haven’t forgotten there is a show tomorrow in fox ton and you are expected to ride” she smiled “now dear I most excuse myself”
She left again, just walked off I groaned and stomped to my chamber, now I would not have ztime to search through the my wardrobe room I would have to wear something I had in my room.
I opened the door to my room to see Luna and Jessie (my maid’s) had just finished making my bed “leave” I commanded them, they skittle out of the room like mice so so scared of the cat , me! I lay on my turchwese sheets and took in the surroundings around me. On the right side of my bed was my bedside table it was a pale green and in its draws held my favorite possessions like my lollies or chocolate I didn’t want to get eaten. Beside that was the door to my wardrobe it was a massive intimidating door that had a big brass lock on it, if you opened the door and walked it you would see looks can be very wrong the wardrobe stretches the length of my room and it is filled with elaborate dresses. The walls are covered with pictures of me at parties starting from me at five years old on the corner of the room is a desk and on that desk is a pen holder… empty if you stick the right pen in the door will open to my tack and ridding room. Now days the secret spy kind of set up can get annoying but I loved it when I was a kid, and still thought it was kinda cool. I actually needed to go and get ready for ridding so I opened my wardrobe and walked to the corner stuck my pen in and sat on my desk, the whole thing rotated around an I found my self in the coolest ridding room ever. I had been riding since I was 4 it had run in my family Mum rode her mum rode and her mums mum rode etc I loved riding I was a keen show jumper I rode the circuit each season and was in pony grand prix this year and had been since I was 10 I was at the top of the ladder now. I also was a keen eventer, I loved the buzz of ridding the cross country course I also hunted in hunting season, was a dressage star and excelled at polo I think its fair to say I’m pony mad!
The tack room was very big and had saddles, bits, bridles, brushes and tack on one side and shirts, stocks, jodhpurs, boots, spurs, whips, socks, helmets, gloves and all my ridding gear on the other side. I quickly selected what I was going to wear some ale crème jodhpurs and a pale blue top short selved I tucked it in and added long black boots. I grabbed some crème gloves a black helmet and a chest protector and stuffed them in a bag, I elegantly threw the bag into a small hole in the ground just big enough for a large presume to fit in. I walked over to my saddles I selected a small and angular saddle for jumping, a longer saddle with bigger flaps for dressage. I sat them on a special rack that was made to slide down the hole. I selected another jumping saddle and a polo saddle both of which I sent sliding. I grabbed 4 different bridles belonging to the for horses/ponies I was going to ride to day I sent them sliding I chucked brushes and etc in a bag and down the shoot they tumbled I grabbed a slipper sack and sat on it I couldn’t help but laugh as I slide down the tunnel I had requested it be built when I was 5 and I still found it very helpful to my riding. The tunnel lead straight to the tack room and as I erupted from the tunnel I landed ion a trampoline in stables I found my gloves and all the belongings I had left in the first bag lane right in front of me I slipped the gloves on and held my helmet I left the chest protector as I would not need it till later my boots clipped as I entered the stables I love the smell of horse sweat and saddle cleaner I breathed it in my mother had designed the stable it were made of wood and had a smooth stone floors the stable had 3 dressage arena’s two inside 1 outside, 4 show jumping arena’s 2 inside and 2 outside, it had 3 different cross-country courses all of which ranged in difficulty. It had a few lunging pens and 45 looseboxes way to many but what can I say my mum is a little extreme.
I followed my ears, I could hear the clip clop of hooves hitting sand I made my way to the inside arena where I found one of my grooms lunging a horse. This horse was around 15.2 hands in height it was wearing the dressage saddle I picked out earlier and one of bridles, the horse was a stunning gray and its strides were beautiful, I put my hands to my mouth and whistled the pony and groom both turned and looked at me. The groom slowed the pony down and brought him in I walked over.
“bonjour Mademoiselle” the groom smiled
“Morning Augusto, how is Gussy this morning?” I was referring to the gray gelding.
“I am very good thank you” Augusto laughed “just joking your highness “he is working well on the bit I he’s quite hyped up I advise you take it quietly.”
“okay Augusto I’ll defiantly keep that in mind” I smiled “Do you think he’ll be ready for Monday?” on Monday Gussy (the pony) and I were attending a dressage comp, Gussy was my dressage horse.
“Of course mademoiselle, he will be a-a how do you say it night sleep”
I laughed “a dream ride is the term your looking for Augusto”
“Ahhh sorry Lenna I most go to lung your mothers horse”
He handed me the reins and wandered off carrying the lung rope
“Bye Augusto “ I waved.
I turned round to the horse beside me and laughed “hello Gussy!” the horse whinnied as if to say hello to me. I rode hard for the rest of the day having a 20minute break for lunch. As I left the stable I checked my watch and almost fainted when I saw it read 6.00 the guests would be here by now I was needed at the party by 7.00. I was meant to have been in my room bye now, not allowed to wander around the house where the quests might see me before I’m done up. i’m suddenly faced with a dilemA how to get into the house without them seeing me, my lift back to my room is not working. I turn and start running to Daveys side of the house he has a +-ladder leading to his bedroom window, I start climbing it and jump into his bedroom only to find I am the holder of all attention. In front me sits Davey and a tall fair haired boy I think its fair to say this boy is fine, but right now his exspresion isn’t that fine, it’s a mixture of shock and disgust all looking at me.
“ummahhhh” is all I can say.
“Ummahhh, your self David this is very bad service grooms coming in your bedroom window” the strange boy stood up “I think you should leave, and I might not report you!” he threnbtened.
I laughed and smiled “umm bye then, cute friend Davey very polite” I walked out gracefully as I could manage, I could hair Davey laughing I smiled.
