By the time I was done with Emily's dressage lesson, I'm pretty sure I heard "you call that a working trot?" At least 450 times. Groaning, I flopped onto my bed. I. Hate. Dressage. Especially an Emily lesson. Right before a show.
My aunt was currently away, and she agreed to let us stay home, considering our house was on the property of Fox Creek stables, the stable she runs. So we give each other lessons.
I had just taken a shower, and was wearing black genie pants with a loose teal shirt. Emily came in, and when she saw me, she laughed. She was wearing grey sweatpants and a navy blue shirt.
"Good lesson? Eh lesson? Bad lesson? Or I want to kill you right now lesson?" I asked her. We crituiqe the other, so we know what to work on next lesson.
"Definetly a very good lesson." She said. " I loved working hard until he got it, even though I was tossed about quite a bit. You?" I sighed.
"Eh, it wasn't bad, I just hate without stirrups." She laughed. Emily started to get up from the bed, but I grabbed her shoulder. "Remember Em, don't forget to pack for the upcoming show." She nodded.
"Uh huh. Okay sis." She got up, and soon left me to finally sleep.
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Hey everybody! So sorry for the filler! The picture is the dressage arena at the stable. Hope you like it! :)
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Genç KurguSisters Mollie and Emily Ford spend their time riding around the world, participating in 3 day events on their steeds, Gryfindor and Bentley. However, when they are offered a job and a place at the esteemed Clear Creek stables, they are torn between...
