We pulled up into the drive, looking up at the stone buildings and seemingly endless pastures, some in the back filled with jumps while the closest were kept for horses. And the horses! They were everywhere. Beautiful, might I add. Horses of every breed and colour romping around, playfully nipping each other. I smiled. Everything here seemed so serene, and I hoped I would for in. My mom dropped me off at the front of the stable with all of my tack and luggage. She hugged me before driving off down the road. I turned towards the massive two story stable, knowing that there were at least 200 stalls to match the increasing number of students. I was attending Briarswood Riding school in Washington State. Briarswood had a reputation for top-notch riders and trainers, not to mention horses. I couldn't believe that I, a meek rider from Wellington,Florida, as going to be attending Briarswood on scholarship for my ninth through twelfth grade year.
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Briarsridge Riding School
RandomScarlett Cooper is attending Briarsridge Riding School for the Gifted Equestrian for her ninth grade and hopefully tenth through twelfth grades as well. She hopes to fit in as a middle-class rider who excels on any horse. She makes friends, and enem...
