Penultimate

So many Stairs!!!

The car bumped down the road. It was unused and old, marking that not many people drove down it daily. Weeds protruded the cracks in the tar. The end destination was a school. The school. It was the place that I would spend four years of my dreary life. There were about two hundred people attending the school, in the middle of a large forrest area.

The road dipped and the tar was cut short. It was now a dirt road. The stones were jolting the car and hitting the windscreen. I jostled in my seat, trying to maintain my speed and pace. I kept my eyes straight ahead, trying to forget that I was surrounded by lush green trees.

The road started to get less rocky, and more just dirt. I relaxed slightly. I continued down the road peacefully. It started to get wider and I could start to see the faded red brick of the school building. I sped up slightly, wanting to get out of the damn car. It was cramping my style major.

The traylor behind the car bumped around. I truly hoped that my motor cycle didn’t get any scratches, otherwise I would literally burst into flames and burn everything about this stupid road.

I pulled up in front a three story school building, which was entirely made up of red clay bricks. There were four windows, a heavy wooden door, and some climbing ivy up the side of the west wing. The right side had a nice flower garden patch, while there was a sport and basketball court on the west. There were people everywhere. I didn’t want to mingle. I wasn’t a people person.

The school in which I was to board at was co-ed. This meant that boys went to school as well. I’d never really fancied any myself, I just knew that it was going to mean that my room mate would probably talk about it nonstop.

I parked my car in the car park. The bright red lamborgeni stood out like a sore thumb. I smiled evilly, knowing that none of the students would have one quite like mine. I looked around, and sure enough, there were two honda’s, a couple of Mazda’s, a BMW and some other car that I didn’t recognise. I was definetly the top of the bunch.

I slammed the door to my car shut. I couldn’t be bothered looking up, I felt eyes on me anyway. I didn’t need to see the people who were watching me get out of the car. I walked to the trailor and pulled the gate open. I unchained the bike and rolled it down the gate, which was now a ramp.

The tires landed with a slight thump as they hit the ground. I sighed. Damn, I was hoping that they wouldn’t get any scratches. Oh well. I rolled the bike further away from the car, closed the gate and jumped on my bike. I kick started it and it rolled to life.

The purr of the engine satisfied me, and I wanted to hear more. I revved it faster and left some random’s in the dirt. I grinned and drove to the garage. There were multiple bikes already parked, though these bikes were old and clearly the owners didn’t care if there was a scratch on their rides. I did. I parked mine in a corner, cut the ignition and locked the bike up.

I walked out of the shed quickly and quietly. I walked to a large field. In it were three horses, a large bay one, a small palomino and a perfectly sized chestnut. The palomino was a welsh pony, whist the bay and chestnut were both thoroughbreds. They both belonged to me. I loved every inch of them. When I was in the mood for danger riding, Samara was the one that I wanted to ride. She was the chestnut, a little bit smaller than Sprit, though not by much. Spirit was the huge bay horse. You could almost consider him black, with how dark his brown coat was. He was more of a jumper, as he was never in the races, but Samara was a fast horse, who never slowed once she hit the canter lead.

Both horses looked up as they felt my presence. They walked lazily over and I stroked each of their forheads. Spirit loved attention, a real gentlemen, and young people could easily ride him. Samara would only let me near her. She was very nervous, as the people who tought her how to race raised her cruelly, and Samara believed that all men were like that. I earned her trust, simply by not touching her and letting her be alone until she wanted someone to talk to.