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I am not profiting at all from this story.
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Sloane Miette- you should know by now that I post EVERY DAY! But thanks for Itey back, I missed him. huggles Itey I haven't seen Ven Helsing, but I want to. Did you make Itey jealous when you said Hugh was cute? Don't do that! Poor Itey!
Strawberri Shake just today my English teacher said 'I need you to all pick a classic novel to read by Monday'. Then I went 'TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD!!!' And Rat said 'I love that book'. Now we're working on an English project together. frowns But TKAMB is still the BEST!
(Thursday)
Jack's PoV
Four fifteen, fifteen minutes to spare. I ran through the gates of Wilder Stables. I'm 'tardy' for school constantly, never on time for set painting, can't stand to be early for guitar lessons, but the one thing I'm never late for is Wilder.
"On time as always Jack," smiled another instructor, Hoot, as I rushed past.
"Can't stand to be late." I didn't pause and bee-lined straight for the staff room.
Wilder is the only place I am really comfortable being. My mom used to ride. She had a very big say on the board and got me hooked on riding, now I instruct.
"Jack, new classes today." Arrow flourished a sheet in my direction.
I read it over, most of the names were familiar and that's because I teach an advanced class so usually the kids have been riding at Wilder for a while.
"Any new kids?" Arrow was clutching a mug of coffee.
"A few," I scanned the sheet again, "thanks Arrow." I grabbed a danish from the box someone had brought and dashed back out the door.
I was waiting in the main stable for ten minutes before people finally started showing up. The last kid to arrive was a new one. He was wearing the whole 1930s rider getup and everything. His hair was slicked back and he would be put off as very preppy if it wasn't for his two lip piercings and multiple earrings.
"Name?" I asked, smiling slightly.
"Anthony Higgins." He scowled deeply.
Everybody introduced themselves.
"First I have to teach you all how to saddle up your horses and muck out stalls—"
Everyone moaned.
"A drag, I know, but it's mandatory that everyone knows how and what they're dong."
So everyone got underway and I assigned them each a horse to saddle and a stall to muck out. Thirty minutes in and the only one not doing anything was Anthony. He was standing back observing his horse.
"Hmm, thoroughbred, both mother and father obviously. Fantastic breeding. Very fast, but not a very good long distance horse by the look of his stomach and neck," I heard him mutter.
"Sounds like you now a lot about horses." I walked over.
He looked at me, lip rings glinting, "my dad races horses."
I raised my eyebrows in amazement, "your dad owns horses?"
He laughed and stared at me in disbelief, "my dad is Andrew Higgins. He owns everything."
Then he finally turned to the horse and saddled him quickly and efficiently. This kid was out there.
"Hard day Jack?" Arrow sat down on one of the Salvation Army worthy couches across from me.
"Best day all week." I looked up from the newspaper word jumble.
"What's wrong Sunshine? Trouble in paradise?"
I rubbed my eyebrows and laughed good-naturedly, "You could say that. Sarah's parents won't let me see her anymore."
"Oh, too bad." Arrow didn't sound too genuine, but that's because she and Sarah don't get along too well. Sarah, to be honest, wasn't very nice to the people at Wilder. She doesn't see the thrill in riding a horse around, she thinks we're wasting our time, and makes it quite clear.
So I told Arrow what happened, and slowly reality came back to me with every word. The truth was hitting me. It was like being slapped violently across the face again and again.
"So I guess it's over?" I don't even know how to describe the sound of Arrow's voice.
I shrugged. "On the bright side, I'm finally free of her little brother."
A/n: newspaper word jumbles are my quick fix for story ideas. 'Turn to The Word Jumble' when you need help! Woo Hoo! The word jumble fixes writer's block, serious! R&R!!!
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Sloane Miette- you should know by now that I post EVERY DAY! But thanks for Itey back, I missed him. huggles Itey I haven't seen Ven Helsing, but I want to. Did you make Itey jealous when you said Hugh was cute? Don't do that! Poor Itey!
Strawberri Shake just today my English teacher said 'I need you to all pick a classic novel to read by Monday'. Then I went 'TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD!!!' And Rat said 'I love that book'. Now we're working on an English project together. frowns But TKAMB is still the BEST!
(Thursday)
Jack's PoV
Four fifteen, fifteen minutes to spare. I ran through the gates of Wilder Stables. I'm 'tardy' for school constantly, never on time for set painting, can't stand to be early for guitar lessons, but the one thing I'm never late for is Wilder.
"On time as always Jack," smiled another instructor, Hoot, as I rushed past.
"Can't stand to be late." I didn't pause and bee-lined straight for the staff room.
Wilder is the only place I am really comfortable being. My mom used to ride. She had a very big say on the board and got me hooked on riding, now I instruct.
"Jack, new classes today." Arrow flourished a sheet in my direction.
I read it over, most of the names were familiar and that's because I teach an advanced class so usually the kids have been riding at Wilder for a while.
"Any new kids?" Arrow was clutching a mug of coffee.
"A few," I scanned the sheet again, "thanks Arrow." I grabbed a danish from the box someone had brought and dashed back out the door.
I was waiting in the main stable for ten minutes before people finally started showing up. The last kid to arrive was a new one. He was wearing the whole 1930s rider getup and everything. His hair was slicked back and he would be put off as very preppy if it wasn't for his two lip piercings and multiple earrings.
"Name?" I asked, smiling slightly.
"Anthony Higgins." He scowled deeply.
Everybody introduced themselves.
"First I have to teach you all how to saddle up your horses and muck out stalls—"
Everyone moaned.
"A drag, I know, but it's mandatory that everyone knows how and what they're dong."
So everyone got underway and I assigned them each a horse to saddle and a stall to muck out. Thirty minutes in and the only one not doing anything was Anthony. He was standing back observing his horse.
"Hmm, thoroughbred, both mother and father obviously. Fantastic breeding. Very fast, but not a very good long distance horse by the look of his stomach and neck," I heard him mutter.
"Sounds like you now a lot about horses." I walked over.
He looked at me, lip rings glinting, "my dad races horses."
I raised my eyebrows in amazement, "your dad owns horses?"
He laughed and stared at me in disbelief, "my dad is Andrew Higgins. He owns everything."
Then he finally turned to the horse and saddled him quickly and efficiently. This kid was out there.
"Hard day Jack?" Arrow sat down on one of the Salvation Army worthy couches across from me.
"Best day all week." I looked up from the newspaper word jumble.
"What's wrong Sunshine? Trouble in paradise?"
I rubbed my eyebrows and laughed good-naturedly, "You could say that. Sarah's parents won't let me see her anymore."
"Oh, too bad." Arrow didn't sound too genuine, but that's because she and Sarah don't get along too well. Sarah, to be honest, wasn't very nice to the people at Wilder. She doesn't see the thrill in riding a horse around, she thinks we're wasting our time, and makes it quite clear.
So I told Arrow what happened, and slowly reality came back to me with every word. The truth was hitting me. It was like being slapped violently across the face again and again.
"So I guess it's over?" I don't even know how to describe the sound of Arrow's voice.
I shrugged. "On the bright side, I'm finally free of her little brother."
A/n: newspaper word jumbles are my quick fix for story ideas. 'Turn to The Word Jumble' when you need help! Woo Hoo! The word jumble fixes writer's block, serious! R&R!!!