A/N: This is AU for Alternate Universe. I wanted Amy to have a brother, so she does and his name is Alex. This is my first fanfic so please REVIEW!!! I want to know how you like it! Amy is rich, famous and popular. Ty will come in, in later chapters. Enjoy!!!

-Ally


Amy took a deep breath. Her horse Storm had just made it over the triple bar and the duo were hastily making their way over to the water jump. 3...2...1! Storm's powerful hindquarters heaved him over the jump and cleared it. Amy quickly muttered a word of praise. One more jump. Storm rocketed into the air over the cross poles and after a few seconds of suspension, his fore-feet gracefully hit the ground.

Amy clapped him on the neck as he slowed to a trot, and then a walk. She glanced at the clock. Not shabby. She thought. Only three more people were scheduled to go after them, and so far, they were winning. Amy cooled Storm out before quickly tying him up to see how the rest of the class went.

Gavin Heeders was up on his bay, looked like Quarter Horse, gelding named Guardian Promise. They were clear so far, but their time certainly wasn't going to cut it. Promise faltered after landing the oxer, and his striding was uneven. Gavin was really trying to keep him under control; the operative word being trying. Promise came too close to the rails and snapped his knees high up to his chest. Unfortunately, that didn't work and the rail fell with a mighty thud. The pair kept on, but didn't beat Amy and Storm.

The next two competitors were no different. Just as the last rider named Sarah Pope looked as if she could stand up next to Amy, her horse spooked at a flag that one of the audience members was holding which sent Sarah flying off of her horse's back and straight into the water of the jump. Amy tried her hardest to suppress a smile, but it didn't work. No, Amy didn't enjoy seeing Sarah land face first in to the mucky water, but all-the better for Amy's chances of winning.

She quickly mounted Storm and cantered into the ring for her lap of victory. After collecting her ribbons and taking a picture with the second and third place winners, she tied up Storm and rushed over to the stands to see her friends and family.

"Hey! Did you see Storm go? He was amazing!" Amy said as soon as her little fan-club gathered around. They all nodded their heads in agreement.

"You were both great, honey." Marion Fleming said to Amy as they all headed towards the trailer. Storm was happily nibbling his hay net. Amy's best friend of 11 years, Soroya, leaned up against the trailer with the 'Heartland' monogram that shone out brightly in blue letters next to a silhouette of a human reaching out to touch a horse's forehead, the Heartland trademark.

Heartland was an infamous horse farm in Virginia. It healed mentally and physically damaged horses, but it also gave a new hope for many more clients. Now, it wasn't what some people would call a last resort for injured horses, but a new outlook for the future as it might not have been if not for Heartland.

Marion, Tim, Amy's parents, Jack, her grandfather, Soroya, and Matt, Amy's bff's, and Lou and Alex, Amy's sibling's, surrounded Amy's black Lexus GX470 SUV. Storm was loaded up and everyone piled into the car. Amy backed expertly out and they drove home. On the way they talked about the show and recent events. Every so often, a word about Amy going to Scottsdale Preparatory Academy popped into the conversation, but Amy quickly dismissed it. She turned into the circle drive outside of the house.

Stable hands bustled about and formed around the back of the trailer ready to unload and care for Storm. Amy quickly thanked them and slowly trudged into the house, tired from a long day's excitement. She surveyed her surroundings.

Directly in front of her was her elaborate white-washed mansion with balconies and grey trimming around the windows and doors. If you went to the right, you would come to the barns. There were four main barns. One of them was for the family horses. This was the nicest of them all, seeing that it was going to house horses like Storm and Amy's, Alex's, Tim's, and Marion's top show horses. The nest barn was for the worker's horses, and the third barn was for the valuable show horses that need treating. The last barn was for all the other problem horses. Plus, there was a smaller section near the back of the ground for pregnant horses, or horses that need isolation.

Amy sighed and then made a mental note to give Storm attention later for winning. She threw her shoes off to the side somewhere in the long hallway of her three story house. Her younger brother Alex bounded down the left side of the double staircase and winked at Amy.

"Hey. I'm going for a trail ride. Do you want to come?" He asked

Amy shook her head. "I need to change and go help out a little. I feel bad for neglecting my work all day for a show. Plus I think I'm going to put in a training session with the new horse Apollo. See you."

Alex shrugged. "Okay. Your loss." He flashed Amy a grin and then ran down the hallway out the door. Amy threw herself into her bedroom.

Magazines were scattered on the floor, pictures remained on the desk in an unfinished scrapbook project that may never be, and her bed was unmade from the morning rush. She quickly tossed her things aside, promising herself that she would clean up later. She pulled on faded jeans and a fitted tee-shirt to go underneath her favorite Juicy Couture track jacket.

Once downstairs, she put on her Ariat paddock boots and half chaps. Almost immediately, her body turned left to go to the show barn where Apollo was kept. She went to the fifth stall on the right and saw a beautiful blood bay Dutch Warmblood stallion.

Apollo nickered a greeting and snuffled Amy's hands for treats. She quickly unwrapped a mint and Apollo snatched it up greedily. Amy pushed him away when he searched her for more. He had been sent to Heartland for being too avid and excited.

He had already been groomed by a hand, so Amy just grabbed the tack and tacked up in only a few swift movements. She led him into the dressage arena near the back of the Fleming's land, and mounted without such even a small jump up to grab some momentum.

Apollo pranced beneath her, having not been exercised yet that day.

"Walk on." Amy said in a firm, but soothing voice. Apollo obeyed, having been very well trained in his early years. They worked in figure eights, serpentines, and even some fancy dressage movements that Amy had learned in a dressage clinic the summer earlier.

Amy did the sitting-trot for a few circuits, but then pushed him into a collected canter for three or four strides. Then, calling over a hand named Ted to set up a jump, Amy pointed him at a two-foot rail. She circled him once and they went directly for it. Apollo's striding was perfect and he popped over it like he had done it millions of times before.


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