"Oh honey, I'll miss you so much!" My mom says, hugging mer around the blue lead rope in my hand.

I squeeze her hard back and she lets go, petting my horse. "I'll miss you too, but I think this will be good for me."

"Are you sure you want to stay? Your father can give you just as many lessons, plus-." I chuckle, cutting my mother off. Both my parents are retired Grand Prix riders, I've been trying to fight my way out of their shadow and being in the heart of horse country in Wellington, Florida, it's hard.

"Mom, we're already here." I say, holding my horse by his lead rope. "If it doesn't work out, I can leave after the first semester."

My moms sighs, patting Eloquence, my horse, on his neck. "Alright, well your tack box is in and I'll call you tonight."

Mom gets in the truck, pulling the trailer along behind it and waves. I stand tall and try not to show my sadness. I'll miss my parents but this is the best thing for me and Eloquence.

Once she's gone, I look at my horse. "Ready Q?" I ask, calling him by his barn name. He sighs and I lead him into the large barn.

I suck in a breath, "Wow." I breath. This place is unbelievable. I've been in my fair share of nice barns but this has topped them all.

Everything in the barn is shiny, the name plates gleam and I can't wait to see what the tack room looks like.

I suddenly feel out of place in the beautiful barn in my stained breeches and skuffed up tall boots. Although Q looks like he belongs here, his black coat shines and his dapples make him look regal.

Students bussle around with their horses and I think it's because its the end of school and lessons are after school, at least that's what I read on the website.

"You look lost." A voice points out to my left. I look over and see a girl with black hair and kind eyes, she holds a english saddle on her waist and a bridle over her shoulder like a purse.

"Uh, yeah." I chuckle. "I just arrived, I'm kind of confused on where to find his stall."

She smiles, "Yeah, I know the feeling. You're a late transfer, thats why. One second, let me put my saddle by my stall and I can help."

I follow the girl to her stall and she puts her tack outside a stall with a gorgeous gray. The gold stall plate says, Odyssy owned by Allyson Irish.

"Your horse is lovely." I say.

She smiles, "Thanks. I just got him before this term. Well my name is Allyson, but you can just call me Al."

"My name's Quinn Arwen, this is Eloquence." I greet and see her face change.

"Oh my god, aren't your parents Matt and Amy." She almost shrieks. I sigh, of course I couldn't excape my parents shadow here.

"That's them."

"Sorry, I'm a big fan, but if you don't want me telling anyone I won't. Though they'll probably figure out anyway." Al looks sorry.

I wave her off, "It's fine, I came here to escape their shadow. I hope not too many people will recognize me though."

Q stops his hoof, he's usually patient but I doubt even he can be this patient. Al chuckles, "Lets get you to your stall, I have a lesson in about an hour anyway, I can clean my saddle later."

I thank her and she goes to the office, looking on the whiteboard. "Arwen, arwen, arwen..." She mumbles, looking through all the names. "Ah, you're at the end of the barn, lucky duck. I hate being stuck in between two people."

I laugh, "Q will apreiciate it also."

I leave her to put my Westphalian horse in his stall, I should have just looked on the stalls since my stall has a name plate with Q's name on it. I resist the urge to take a photo and put it on Instagram.

I'm actually here.

oo0O0oo

After I put Q in his stall and make sure he's settled in with hay and a large bucket of water so I can make sure he doesn't dehydrate.

I walk to the tack room and my jaw drops, polished saddles and bits are hung up, bridles are perfectly cleaned. I see a locker with my stall number, unlucky number 13?, and find my tack trunk. It seems that everyone else is either busy tacking up or busy riding so no one is really in the barn.

I pull my prized CWD saddle out of my trunk and hang it up, still with the cover on. It's my baby, it cost all of my saved up money since I was seven. Next I take my three bridles out and hang them up, each bridle having a different bit and noseband. Eloquence has a really odd mouth, sometimes he likes going on his Pelham and other times he's quiet enough to ride in a O ring bit with a figure eight noseband.

Everything else that I have in my tack trunk won't fit in my locker, I frown and think. I guess I can put it by my stall, it seems that a few other people had done the same.

I pick it up and drop it again, I huff. I take a big breath and heft it up, kind of failing, walk out of the tack room. Then of course I bump into someone, dropping it loudly. A girl with a pony gives me a glare after it side steps and tosses it's head. I give her a sorry look.

I look to the person I hit and my eyes widen, "Oh I'm sorry." I apologize.

The guy smiles at me, pushing the blonde hair out of his hazel eyes. "No worries, need some help?" He asks and I nod. He puts his bridle down back in the tack room and lifts it for me.

"What stall?"

"Thirteen."

He gives me a smile, "Unlucky thirteen? I wouldn't think they would still use that stall."

I'm taken aback, as he sets the tack trunk down, I tilt my head, "What do you mean?"

He makes a face, "Everyone calls this stall unlucky because every rider who has had this stall before went home before they completed the semester. The last girl who had this stall fell off and broke her leg."

I chuckle nervously, petting Q's nose. "Well enough about that." He says, smiling. "My name's Evan Taylor, yours?"

I point at the stall plate, "Quinn Arwen."

For the first time he doesn't have recognition on his face like people usually do. "Great. Did you just get here?"

I nod, "About thirty minutes ago, I wanted to get everything organized before I found my dorm, I guess I'm procrastinating."

Evan smiles at me, is that all he does? "What discipline do you and this guy ride?" He asks, rubbing Q's neck. My horse closes his eyes and sighs, he loves attention no matter who it's from.

"I'm a showjumper, he loves jumping but I'm not brave enough to event."

"I'm an eventer, but I ride EQ sometimes." Someone calls his name, a girl with three others down the aisle. "That's my que, I'll see you later, yeah?"

I nod and he runs off to his friends, the girls give me a glare and I roll my eyes. Don't tell me a horse school is going to be just like high school.

I sigh, "Bye Q, I have to go find my dorm."

He doesn't care, just goes back in his stall and grabs some hay.

Here goes nothing.