Meon Brook Academy - Part one

Chapter 3

I roll over. My clock reads 6:30. I get up, and pull on my jods. The meeting in the green room last night was Mr Pagel, our form leader, telling us what they expect of us. Typical. I pick out my smartest black polo top and pull on my Brogini boots. I plait my hair and grab a packet of polos from my desk for May. I creep out the door, not wanting to wake Amber and jog down to the stables in the early morning light. When I arrive, there are two big horse trucks with Wembley Horse Quarrantine written on the side in bold blue.
"What's this crazy mares problem?" I hear someone shout. I can only guess... All of a sudden I see a bulky man trying to get May down the trailer ramp - and may I add, failing to do so. I run forward and grab the lead rope. The man puts his hands up in mock surrender and moves on to the next horse, a tall, athletic looking chestnut gelding. I coax May down the trailer and pat her when she reaches the bottom. A tall, tanned man reads my mind and says "Imogen Halloway? May? Stall 15 block B." I make my way to block B and find stall 15, Mays new home. The stables are posh, as if you wouldn't want to touch them. The big roomy stalls, cushioned with mountains of shavings, massive sliding oak doors with V shaped grills to keep the horses contained. Outside Mays stall, on the polished wood is a golden name plate with
May Flower
"May"
Written in bold italics.
"Fancy eh girl?" I say patting her. Next to the door, is a black hook, which I expect to hang her head collar on. I put May in the stall and slide the door shut. I hang her head collar on the fancy hook and jog back out to the trailers.
I pick up a massive black trunk, with
Imogen Halloway
May Flower
Written in gold on the top. I push it up on its side and wheel it into block B. Once in the tack room, I spot a two saddle racks with a large cupboard underneath. There's about 10 of these, all with different horse names written on them. In the back left corner it reads
May
I imagine this is mine and open the cupboard. I hang up both of Mays bridles, and place her dressage and jumping saddles on the two racks above the cupboard. I put all of her saddle pads on a smaller rack in the cupboards, with 3 grooming boxes on the bottom. 1 with brushes, 1 with washing supplies and 1 with medical equipment. Then, on one shelf I put her 3 rugs. A light weight one, a heavy winter rug and a thin fly sheet. Then I put all her ear bonnets in a little box, finally with all of her boots in another big box. I shut the cupboard and clip a lock onto it. I walk out and see the stables bustling with people.
"What's going on?" I ask a nice looking girl, with jet black hair. She looks panicky as she replies "Mark says we have to be in the arena in 10 minutes!! Anyone with unacceptable tack will be kicked out immediately!" I quickly rush back to the tack room, grab Mays patent black boots, her black saddle pad with gold piping, her dressage saddle and fancy black bridle and dash out to her stall. I quickly run a brush over her and place the saddle pad an saddle on her sleek black back, before moving onto the bridle, which she accepts quickly. I pat her and fasten her boots on, before running back to the tack room and grabbing my helmet. I shove it on my head and mount May. I trot out of the courtyard and to the large arena. There's already 3 other people in there - Amber, on a huge black Thouroughbred, another girl on the chestnut I saw earlier and a boy, on a cob like grey. I see our instructor mark standing in the middle, assessing us. 4 more people arrive together - 2 boys, each on a pretty bay mare and 2 girls, one on a piebald and the other a palomino.
"Welcome everyone!" Mark says.
"Today I'm assessing you, to see what you are really capable of," be continues.
"Now!" He snaps.
"Line up, side by side please." We all scurry into a line. I'm squished between a boy on a bay and a girl on a piebald. She smiles at me and says "hey! I'm Amelia. Your horse is gorgeous" I smile back and say "Thankyou! I'm Imogen and this is May. I love yours too!"
"Thanks! This is Paddy" she says
"Oh enough with the gossip. Who cares about your scrawny mutts?" The boy says.
Amelia looks lost for words, but I instantly reply "oh, seeing as you're interested in Mays bloodlines, I'll tell you that she's a foal of Chilli Morning," I smile sweetly.
The boy glares at me, and Mark starts talking.
He walks along the lineof horses, addressing each one. At the end of the line is Amber.
"Stirrups are too long. Elbows in. Better"
Next is a boy on a bay
"Heels Down, back straight and tighten your throat lash" he barks at him.
Next is a girl on a chestnut.
"Saddles too far back. Sort it out"
Next is the boy on the bay.
"Tighten your reins, heels down, tighten your girth and elbows in."
Next is me. Mark looks May over and nods, before moving on to Amelia.
"Heels down" he says.
Next is a boy on a grey cob. Mark nods and moves on.

Mark makes us do the whole lesson without stirrups, and my legs are killing by the end.
I dismount and flip my stirrups back over my saddle, then run them up. I pull the reins over Mays noble head and lead her out of the arena. I tie her up on the cross ties in the stable aisle and untack her. I put all her stuff in the tack room and grab my wash box. I scrub May with her ebony black shine shampoo and put her back in her stall to dry. Then I jog up to the main building for lunch.

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Hey! So I'm pretty sure this will be the last chapter as I'm getting literally no reads and it's pointless to continue... I'll let you guys know if I do continue it, but I probably won't. Byeeee

Ps - if you don't know who Chilli Morning is, I'm pretty sure William Fox - Pitt won Badminton on him last year (2015)