"Hey!" Jessie yelled as she saw Joey's stall door cracked. I laughed and shuffled out to greet my best friend with a hug.
Jessie was a short girl with dirty blond hair and pale blue eyes. She and I had been best friends since kindergarten; now we stood at 14, in our freshman year.
"You're back early!" I squealed with excitement.
"Well, Tennessee wasn't quite the winter vacation," she replied, "we promised my grandparents the family would be back on Spring Break." Jessie smiled and we met in the lounge.
Our barn wasn't the fanciest, but it was a nice place. As she trailed to the worn sofa, I fixed us two cups of hot chocolate. Blowing away the steam, I sat down next to my friend.
"Do you want to go explore the trails?" I offered.
"Well duh! Sarah, you know the fields and forrest are my favorite places!" Jessie exclaimed.
We chatted until it was almost nine o' clock. I got up and quickly wrote a note for Amy, our instructor.
I scratched my dark dapple grey gelding's neck and slid on his bridle. I left his green plaid blanket on as we met Jessie and Jazz at the barn doors.
We swung on our horses and trudged out into two feet of soft fluffy white snow.
After a half an hour of trail riding, Jessie and I reported back to the barn to do chores and help with a few lessons.
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RandomSarah Wood is making her way to the top of junior riding one step at a time.
