Horse Star

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"All right, new students. Welcome to your first day of Zyaire Academy!"

Mason Zyaire. He's the boss around here. He's the director and principal of the school, the manager of the stables, and also a trainer.

"Today, and for the next two days, your only objective is to find your horse."

Sylvie Carson. She's a trainer, and Mason's right hand. She is the most recommended trainer across the continent, if not the globe. Even the most highest leveled schools recommend her as a trainer.

"Classes start next Tuesday. Eight days from now. Again you have until this Wednesday to find your horse. The horse chooses you. Don't force yourself on a horse. Respect the horse and the horse will respect you."

William Kylo. He's also a trainer, and Mason's left hand. He only trains the students he finds interesting. His riders end up becoming award winning horseback riders after they graduate high school. Which is Freshman, Sophmores, Juniors, and Seniors.

There's, at most, 600 students that attend Zyaire Academy. 40 trainers that are also teachers. Only 139 Freshmen passed this year's entrance exam to enter the school. 183 Sophmores. 126 Juniors. 152 Seniors.

"After searching for a horse for a few hours, we'll show you you're respective rooms," Mason announced. "You may start your search."

Everyone lined up inside the fence as all of the unclaimed horses were set free into the giant, fenced field. They galloped about, their eyes scanning over the new bodies. There were hundreds of horses at this school.

All of the horses were assigned to a specific trainer. The horses that choose the trainer's students are assigned to that trainer. Each student takes care of his or her own horse. If the student is sick, the trainer or a friend of the student takes care of the horse for a while.

Also, each homeroom is assigned one stable. The students can decorate it however they like, but they have to clean it up after they graduate. All of the stables are color coated, so you're not allowed to paint the outer stables. You're own personal stable is allowed to be painted though. You can also make a wooden sign to hang above your horse's door that says its name.

The homeroom kids you are with as a freshmen, is the same. You most likely won't have the same homeroom people throughout Sophomore, Junior, and Senior Year.

Even so, you don't change stables. The horses stay where they are put in Freshman year, and then they are most likely taken with their partnered student when they graduate.

After graduation, some kids have become trainers for the school, award winning horseback riders, or even started their own training facilities. Some were schools, others just simple ranches that let anyone participate in lessons from $15-$20 a week.

Some horses were already picking riders. A girl named Cally Winston, a girl I met at a café when I first started living with my grandparents, was one of the already selected riders. She had a beautiful blue and white horse. From where I stood, I could tell it was a boy.

There were two girls that went to my middle school. Abi Garcia and her best friend Ella Brown. Abi and I have a very complex history. In our last year of middle school, Abi disappeared, and Ella transferred to the neighboring school the year before. Now, they're both back.

Abi had claimed she was bisexual in 6th grade. Everybody teased her about it. That's probably the reason behind her disappearance in 8th. I used to get a little flustered whenever she would start getting close and start whispering after her claim. There were small hints dropped that she pointed out after a while. Small hints that I picked up but was afraid to acknowledge.

I sighed, looking at her through my peripheral vision. Ella had her laughing, and I wondered what would have happened if she hadn't cut off things between us the day before she disappeared. Or if she didn't disappear at all. If she had come to me for help.

Even to this day, I still don't know where she went. Where she vanished to. How her feelings had changed for me. How my feelings changed. And...I want to know, but I'm not likely to find out. She's out of my reach. She's too far distanced.

I never planned on giving up chasing after her or finding her again, but...I don't know. Maybe it's for the best to give her time. She's matured since Middle School. I can tell that much. I wonder if she still remembered me.

I gazed up at the bright, blue, cloudless sky. It was a nice day out. It's also been about three hours since horse searching started. We should be getting done for the day. As if on cue, whistles were blown by the trainers, signaling the end of our daily search. We'd probably be given our keys, go have our lunch, and go find our rooms. We'd start at 10:00 tomorrow morning.

The few students who did get their horses today were told where to go to put their horses in their homeroom's stables. Abi and Cally walked to a royal purple stable. They must be in the same calss.

I smiled sadly. She probably doesn't remember me. I'm a waste of space, a burden in her past. Watching her walk away, increasing the distance between us even more, my heart broke once again. I'm happy she could move on. I couldn't, but she could. I couldn't because she was the one who severed our relationship before disappearing without a word or a trace.

My heart still can't sew itself back together. Even if it could, it would be only half sewed. Life isn't fair. It hurts you, even if you didn't deserve it. Even Angels were hurt when they were human. It just made them stronger, and soon...their enemies' insults didn't phase them.

I turned my back to her, a silent tear cascading down my cheek. I can bear the pain. As long as she can be happy. This feeling she gave me won't go away, and I hate it. I hope it'll disappear just like she did. I don't know how long I can bear it. It's already been two years since she gave it to me. And a solid year I've bared it on my own.

But it's fine. I'm the one who will walk away stronger.