Alone In The Big Leagues

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I grab my books and backpack, walking out of the room. Math being my last class of the day, I go to my locker. I shove the books in and slam the door shut only to reveal the worst kid ever.

She stands there smacking her gum and twirling her perfect blonde hair around one perfect finger with one perfectly red painted finger nail. She leans on the locker next to mine and smirks.

"Going to the stink farm again?" She smiles and flashes her perfect white teeth.

I scowl at her. "Yes, I'm going to the stables today!" I stress the word stables. "Look, Lottie. What did you come over here for?"

Lottie flips her hair and gives another smack of her gum before she speaks. "Oh, just came over here to tell you that I'm going to beat you at that show on Saturday." She smacks her gum again.

I sigh. "I don't even understand why you ride. You don't even like horses."

She continues to smack that gum of hers. "Well, I have tons and tons of those of those stinky animals, so why not use them. Right?"

I sigh, wave her off, and walk away. I can hear her laugh behind my back as I walk away, but I really don't pay any attention.

I get outside and climb into my parents sleek black car. I slam the door shut when I am seated and face my mom.

She taps away at her phone. Her long fake finger nails make little taps as she quickly presses her thumbs to the bottom of the screen. Showing that she's texting.

I sigh and look out the window at all the passing trees. That's when my mother decides to speak up.

"My darling Jewl," She doesn't even look up from her phone "You have trained for the show, haven't you?"

I look at her. "Well, yes. I'm going to train some more today after I get home and change into my riding gear."

She makes a face "Well make sure that your... horse..." She pauses, "is ready too."

I nod. "He'll be ready." She nods and goes back to tapping away on her phone.

We pull up to the house and I jump out of the car, run up to the house, open the door, and go to my room. I slip on my riding shirt and pants, put on my boots, and pull my hair back into a pony tail.

I sigh, take one last look at myself, and run down the stairs. My mom sits on the couch, still tapping away at her phone. I stand waiting at the door, watching her. Still she sits there tapping at her phone. She sounds like a bird. I clear my throat and she comes away from phone land for two seconds, stands, then goes right back to it. Her heels tap at the floor just like her fake fingernails tap at her phone screen. She stops at the door and I open it, she taps her way out of it and into the car.

I climb in after her and tell the driver to go to the stables. He nods his head and pulls out of our huge drive way. I look out of the window like before, tuning all of my mothers tapping out. Soon the stable comes into view. I hop out of the car slam the door and walk away, not bothering to say anything.

I walk through the doorway of the stables to grab Zane's lead rope. I turn back around to go to the pasture. There I see Zane chomping away at the grass. I stand on the fence and whistle a hello to him. He brings his head up, ears pricked and his mouth still full of grass. He swallows the last of it then trots over to me. He pushes his nose into my hands and I rub his soft velvet nose. I laugh and kiss him softly.

"Are you ready to do some jumps today?" I ask. He just snorts and paws at the ground. I take that as a yes. "Alright then, lets go!" I clip the lead rope onto his halter, leading him out of the gate and into the stable. There I get him tacked up.

I get to the jumping arena and I mount up. Zane snorts under me and I begin to warm him up. Soon I begin the jumps. He clears the first one with ease. Then the second and third. The last one however becomes a problem. The last jump we have is called a narrow fence. Zane never jumps it the correct way. By refusing, or freaking out in the air resulting in me falling off.

We approach the jump nice and smooth. When Zane rears up, letting out a loud neigh. I calm him down. Patting his neck, we go again and again until I hear my name being called. I look to the fence and see Alley standing there with a big grin on her face. I slide out of the saddle. Alley comes through the gate and welcomes me with open arms.

I pull away from the hug and introduce her to Zane. She pats his nose, speaking softly to him. She finishes with ruffling his forelock. He snorts and whines softly after her.

She laughs and pats his neck, then turns to me. "Now climb back into that saddle and go jump for me." I smile and shake my head.

"I think Zane is done for the day and I want you to ride too."

Her smile becomes bigger "If you climb back into that saddle and jump for me I think you'll find that Zane is ready."