My dad`s truck pulled up into a neatly paved driveway, I awed at the property I would soon live on. As soon as he parked I couldn't help but immediately get out of the car. The late-summer breeze hit me and my heartbeat accelerated. Nervously shuffling, I moved to the large silver chrome trailer connected to the truck and took a second. I stared at the monogram of my horse`s name "Impulse" My dad walked out of the truck "You haven't said a word all day" he said as he helped me unlatch the doors to show the backside of an athletic chestnut.
I disconnected the back strap and without warning, Impulse rapidly backed out of the trailer, somehow freed from his halter. I first saw his hind socks, and his front cornets, bright from the whitening. I saw his perfectly symmetrical blaze that ended under his top lip. His head shot up and he let out a loud squeal, which was followed by several whinnies.
He stood square on the pavement, his freshly pulled mane blowing with the breeze. My dad handed me a lead and I went on my tippy-toes and placed the lead behind his ears. I next wrapped the lead in front his jaw and around the bridge of his nose. I held the ends together and walked him back to the trailer, and waited for my dad to find a halter, since the one in the trailer was obviously broken. He handed me a padded leather halter. I sighed, "I've just been stressing out, Canterwood is one of the most prestigious schools in America" I said as I slipped the halter onto my horse, and clipped a chain lead to it. "Can you get my tack?" I asked and my dad nodded.
I found a path that led to a gigantic stables, I walked the concrete aisles and embraced the sound of Impulse`s hooves. My eyes scanned the nameplates and I finally found Impulse's name engraved into a gold plate. I swung the door open and unclipped his throat latch. Moving him forward, I slid the halter over the ears and slid the door closed after him. I draped his chocolate halter and navy lead over the hook underneath his nameplate and breathed the stable in. The place was spotless.
I spotted my dad with my tack trunk and equipment on a wagon. I smiled when I saw my monogram "AV" on my navy trunk cover. I helped him haul my tack trunk over in front of my stall, and we headed to the tack room. I found a saddle rack with my name on a gold plate. I placed my newly cleaned saddle onto the rack. The red saddle cover with the words "CWD" on it stood out with the other uncovered saddles around it.
I found a hook for my girth, bridle, and breastplate and I took a deep breath. "If everything else is like this stable, I think I`m going to like it here" I said with my hands on my hips, surveying the room.