*inspired by Canterwood Crest (and Mustang River Academy!)*
15-Year old Alyssa Wolf rides at Dusty Sin Academy, the one-and-only Western and English Academy. Aly is a barrel racer-show-jumper-at least, she was, until she takes a horrible fall and h...
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(I also forgot to add Valley Airborn (AKA "Paolo.") and Noah Miller. Paolo is a dapple grey Dutch Warmblood gelding. Also, Aly's show outfit is somewhere in this chapter xD. Now, let's finally read the fourth to last chapter, haha.)
"Rise and shine!" Aly rolled over. Her clock read 4:00 A.M. "Why so early..." Sasha snorted. "The show, you fool."
"Oh."
Aly pulled herself out of bed, stretching and yawning. Sasha yanked her into the bathroom. "Get ready, no time to waste!" Aly sighed and pulled her hair out of her face. She got ready like usual, makeup, brushing her teeth, combing her diamond white hair. Aly walked to their huge closet, digging out her white breeches. She looked through the tops and found her favorite navy blue showing top. Perfect. Aly changed and put her hair in a ponytail, putting on her helmet and walking out to get her tall boots. She pulled them on, but glanced back, and ran back. She snatched the bracelet Sasha gave to her for good luck. She slipped it on, tightening it. Luck is opportunities meeting hard work. She burst out the door, running towards the stables where she could see Sasha tacking up her mare.
Sasha looked at her. "I out Rex in the crossties for you. She's been groomed. By me." Aly smiled. "Thanks." Sasha nodded as Aly walked over to Rex. "Hey girl." Rex bobbed her head. "Let's tack up." Aly hauled her tack (above) over to Rex and tacked up. It was a short drive, so she could ride in the trailer with her tack on. Aly checked everything before loading her up and hopped in Ms. Nova's car.
