"Thanks," my best friend replied, her face blushed. I looked up, and saw why she had blushed. A tall, fair-haired boy was standing outside our stall, chatting to a girl with ginger hair. She was blinking her eyes, and twirling her hair. I held my hand to my mouth, and tried not to laugh. I couldn't help it. I giggled, and quickly turned around. The blonde-haired boy whipped round, briskly saying goodbye to the small teenager. Grace was grooming Chitter Chatter, looking completely causal.
"Hi there, I heard you laugh." I peeked around my shoulder at the boy, and held my gasp in. His voice was husky, and his eyes were a deep sea blue. He flicked his hair out of his face, and ran a hand through his shaggy mop. I tapped Grace on the shoulder, and she turned around to look at me. I pointed over the stall with my hand by my waist. She nodded, and looked past me. I moved out the way.
"Oh, hey, sorry, my friend was just laughing at a joke I told her." I replied. The boy raised an eyebrow, and I let myself out the stall, and handed the brush to Charlotte...
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"Please stay, don't go!" Missy shouted as I trotted into the arena. She scowled and shut the door. I trotted once to warm up Chitter Chatter, my beautiful Dutch Warmblood. She nickered slightly, and I patted her dark neck reassuringly.
We cantered towards the first jump. It was the dreaded parallel bars! Chitter Chatter took off, and cleared it nicely.
Now the cross-pole. Hundreds of pairs of eyes were fixed on me and my horse. We didn't knock down any poles. Chitter flew over most of the jumps, and I didn't think we were going to make it over the water jump, but HOORAY we did. I trotted out the arena, while lots of hands clapped together. I clapped mine too, for Chitter. I slipped off, and put my horse in her stall while we waited. I swept off her saddle, and slid her bridle over her face. Chitter Chatter started to nibble at the blue hay net put up.
"And that was Grace Ward on Chitter Chatter. Clear Round." I jumped up and down, and hugged my horse joyfully. Untying the aqua hay net, I swiftly filled it to the brim. Missy sloped by me, and suddenly hugged me. My little sister was so unpredictable. I grinned at her.
"So you do love me, don't you?" I teased. She tapped her chin.
"Sometimes." She repeated mischievously.
I was desperate to see my best friend. It was torture. She had done so well, she had got a clear round. I stood up, and asked Mom if I could go to the toilet. She looked at me suspiciously, but said to go. I grinned, and raced through the tunnel, and down the stairs. I looked around to find Grace, but I couldn't see her. Suddenly, a navy jacket was hung over a stall door, with a dark Warmblood peeking over the door and nickering for someone. A girl about my age let herself into the stall, and tied a blue hay net up. Grace! I jogged down the mucky aisle, and smiled at Missy.
"Grace! You did so well!" I cried, hugging her...
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