BEEP BEEP BEEP. My alarm blasts at me. BEEP BEEP BEEP. I smack the snooze button and throw my quilts on the floor. 3..2..1 and I jump out of my warm bed. It's the middle of January, and it's freezing. I walk over to my wardrobe and browse through my clothes. In the end, I pull out a pair of black high waisted jeans, a blue Badminton horse trials top, and an NYPD hoodie. I pull on my paddock boots and grab my duffel bag containing my show clothes. I walk to the bathroom, brush my teeth and run down the stairs. I grab a granola bar from the kitchen counter and dash out the door.
Once I'm at the yard, I go over to Mays stall. Thank god she's stayed clean. Her rich glossy black coat glistens in the early morning light , and she nickers to the other horses. Andanté, a horse at the bottom of the row of stalls nickers back, before I clip a lead rope to Mays fancy leather head collar. I lead her out, and tie her up, then grab her pastel blue shipping boots and rug set. Once trailer ready, I lead her into the big, airy horse truck and tie her up with her Haynet. She nickers as I jump off the ramp and heave her tack box into the truck. I jump in the passenger seat and we set off towards Hay Dex show grounds.
2 hours later, we pull up at a busy, gravel field. It's chaotic, horses everywhere and little kids dragging Shetlands behind them. I sigh and jump out of my seat. As I let down the ramp, a little kid screeches as she lets go of her neon pink balloon , which flies right into a tall grey horse. The horse rears up, snapping the bailing twine attached to the trailer. He makes a run for the gate, and a crowd of people follow him. They won't be quick enough, it's pretty clear. An older woman clearly sees that it makes no sense, and mounts her black cob type horse. He gallops after the loose grey, over taking him. The lady reaches the gate before the grey does and pulls it shut. The grey horses owner thanks her, and a short woman picks up her now crying, balloon-less child. Typical.
"Imogen Halloway to ring 5 please" the loudspeaker announces.i mount May, and trot her over the ring 5 to begin my round. We are going the 4"3 class. I begin to trot around the ring, before the bell rings. Once it rings, I canter May and set her up towards fence 1. 1..2..3 HUP! Over fence one. I squeeze May and she pops fence two and three with ease. Next is an oxer. I give May a light tap to let her know something big is looming, and she soars over it. Final 3 fences. I push May on and she springs over the simple vertical. Next is a big plank with fillers. I tap Mays shoulder and she gets the message. She arcs her body over the fence and canters on to the last jump. She gets in close to it, and takes off on the wrong stride.
I hear the "clunk" as her hooves meet the pole, but I don't hear a thud as it falls. I bring her to trot and look back, seeing the pole didn't fall. I pat her and walk out. A tall, middle aged lady with bleached blonde hair in a slick bun, is standing in front of me.
"Hello miss Halloway," she purrs.
"Umm hi?" I reply
"I'm sorry how very rude of me," she says "I'm Diana Hekforn. From Meon Academy." She continues.
"Oh hi, I've heard a lot about your academy." I say, not sure why she is talking to me.
"You produced a very nice round there young lady. I'm here looking for new students to enroll in Meon, and I think you have potential.
Imogen Halloway, would you like a place at Meon Academy?"
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Hey guys! (If anybody actually reads this!!) this is a start of a series, please let me know if you enjoy it and I will continue it. Have a nice day! 😊
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Meon Brook Academy - Part one
General FictionImogen is a young aspiring event rider, with her horse May Flower. She is offered a place at the prestigious equestrian boarding school -Meon Brook Academy, for her first placings at a handful of rated events. Imogen must fight her room mate to keep...
