Devon yawned as her annoying iPhone alarm went off for the seventh time,as she was awakening she heard her parents shouting that they were leaving and the more she woke up the louder it got.
"Yes parents,I'm coming"Devon stuttered.
She hurried out her bed and went into her closet to pick a first impression outfit,she got a pair of expensive quality jeans her mother brought back from Italy and to match she chose a Ralph Lauren polo shirt and matching hoodie,then to top it all of she got her Louis Vuitton belt and shoes that go together perfectly together,she quickly got dressed and ran down stairs with her hair in a rushed high pony tail.
"Oh I wish you would stop with the 'snoozing' of the alarm,we are already late for our flight that leaves in 20 minutes and we still need to check in,"Her poshly dressed parents stormed out the door and into their Range Rover they got all got.
Devons father was driving so fast to the airport.Once they arrived they all got out the car and walked to the entrance,Devons parents were running in whilst Devon was doing her swagger walk and daydreaming,
"Would you hurry up Devon !"Her parents were both stressed and shouting at her.
Devon jogged to catch up with them and then they all rushed in and boarded the plane.After 3 hours of a longish flight they finally arrived in Belgium,Father had already ordered a cab to take them to the centre.
They all entered the black cab and then they set off on another 1 hour journey up to the countryside where the isolated academy was in the city of Brussels.As they got dropped off just outside the gates of what looked like the queens palace,Devon just looked at it with her mouth wide open and a little drool came out with how amazed she was.
"Oh yes hi..We are here for a meeting and tour for the new term."Devons father stuttered in his upper class voice.
The small gate then opened and the vehicle gates remained closed,the three of them hurried through the gate before it closed automatically.Devons mother followed the signs to the office where they got the email to go,Devon and her father followed.They entered the castle like building and as soon as you enter the building,the office was beside the big entry door inside.Devons mother spoke to the very kind receptionist,they both discussed things quietly through a glass window that had little holes in it to speak through,they all got told to sit down on the Italian leather sofa and wait for there 'tour guide' to appear.Around 5 minutes later a young aged slim,model like,women appeared in an outfit of very expensive riding clothes.
"Hello there,I'm verity and I will be taking you on a tour of Flying Feathers grounds and then a tour of the academy building.Oh and also,I will also be Devon's guidance counsellor for how many terms she decides to be here for" The very bubbly women spoke and shook hands with the small family.
Verity waved her hands signalling to go outside,they followed behind her.
"Straight ahead we have the front garden area which is occasionally used for riding in,on dry days,down the path if you go right,leads to the big barns so let's go that way !" Verity announced that like a robot,as if she has told lots of people the same thing over again.
The garden area was stunning,it looked like a magical place you would go for a picnic on,the grass was a lovely vibrant green and it was surrounded by colourful trees,Devon loved the look of it,she thought it was like a golf course you always wanted to gallop down.When they all walked to the big barns,Devons mother was complaining because her Louboutin's stilettos were getting dirty and then Devons father was complaining because his back was hurting from the two minutes of walking.Devon was embarrassed with her parents five year old like behaviour,
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Flying Feather Equestrian Academy
Ficción General14 year old,Devon Hartley,gets chosen to go to an elite 5* equestrian academy in Belgium.Its a hard choice for her to make,as this means going away from her friends at home in England and she will have to try and fit in at a wealthy equine based sc...