Rolling Acres Stable(Years of the Best)(UNDER EDITING)

Chapter Seven

*Hannah's POV*

I sighed, and sat straight up in my bed, rubbing my eyes form the sun that drained through the cabin windows at six o'clock in the morning.

Eve and Ari stirred, and I saw them sit up, while Sabrina was already gone. I sighed, and looked over at them, my face draining its color as I remembered they hated me.

"Hey." Eve sighed.

"Good morning!" I replied cooly, and swung my legs over the bed, and strutted into the shower, closing the door loudly, and making a point to make loud noises from inside.

I came back out, dressed in a orange Nike Dri-Fit t-shirt, and black breeches.

Ari and Eve gaped at me as I passed, and I tugged down my shirt which fit me snugly, and held my chin high in the air I my fingers gripped the cold doorknob, and I turned it slowly, waiting for a repsonse.

"Sorry." Ari said simply, and I turned to stare at her surprised.

We looked coldly at each other for a couple second,s before bursting into a fit of giggles.

"i can't believe we didn't like you!" Eve burst out.

"So..Friends?" Ari asked, shooting a sideways glance at Eve, who was still giggling uncontrollably.

"Friends." I agreed. "So trail ride later?"

"Actually, we are getting a new addition to the barn, and we are riding to our camping place soon." Eve nodded, sitting up, and pulling on her paddock boots, still dressed in light pink shorts, and a black pullover.

I nodded simply, and turned out toward the barn to go get Moore.

As if on cue, Elli came over the intercom.

"Everyone, we are leaving for our overnight trip in a hour. Gte your backpacks and horses ready!"

I sighed, and trudged toward the barn mindlessly.

We walked side by side out to the barn, and I flung my packed backpack onto the ground near the barn,a nd went to get Moore.

She sniffed the old trail saddle curiously as I placed on the pink saddle bad, and strapped on everything, and buckled the girth with ease.

She shifted as I trotted her outside, and warmed up her legs by making her do medium walk, and a loose walk.

What a wonderful thing to do. A trail ride across a hidden path to a camp ground. Sounds like fun.

Wrong.

*Tony's POV*

Really. Who wakes a guy up at six?

Its six in the freaking morning.

No one in their right mind wakes up at six, well, except the three girls who I saw trudging outside side by side, as if they were a litter of puppies.

I sighed, and threw my blankets off, which landed on Wesley's sleeping figure. He groaned, and I laughed, before pulling on my breeches, and my black t-shirt.

My backpack included ten water bottles, some snacks, extra blankets, and a flashlight.

I dragged it out to the barn, and sat it with the small pile of already forming backpacks, and then went to tack up Cobalt.

He snorted at me as I passed to go the the tack room, and he reached out to nip me as I returned with his old english saddle, and the old reins and bridle.

He bit at the old tack, wondering where the dressage tack was, and glared at me asd I took him out, and crosstied him, so he couldn't get another chance at tearing up the already ripped leather.