Post by Isabella Megan Grimshaw on Jan 1, 2011 21:49:13 GMT -8
WHY DO I DENY THE THINGS THAT BURN INSIDE DEEP DOWN
It felt strange, to be coming back to Addison, for good this time, not only have a few weeks between the start and the end of the holiday break to visit family, and old friends, like she had been doing the past three years. Now she was here, she wasn’t going to be returning to England unless it was for a holiday. Belle wasn’t sure how she felt about it; she could only see how things went, try to get herself settled back into the flow of Addison. It was different to last time she had been there and even more so to when she had left. More people, more horses, it was busier, but still felt the same as it had before.
She had arrived at the airport two days earlier, and had crashed in the car, sleeping all the way until her parents drove back into Addison. She had woken when the car had stopped, not at home, but at Crossfire. She’d had to ride one of the school’s horses when she had attended Oakenborough, there was no point in buying a horse herself. So her parents had figured, as a homecoming gift, they would buy her a bay Thoroughbred gelding named Bliss. Of course, she had been thrilled, but hadn’t been able to ride him that day, so tired she was almost to the point of fainting.
She had practically slept through the entire length of the next day, jetlagged and exhausted from travelling. Dragging herself out of bed and into the shower, body protesting as she pulled herself from out of the covers, feeling heavy and nearly impossible to move, she showered, which woke her up a little. Getting changed, she went downstairs, ate, then asked her mother if she could drop her off at Crossfire. She’d be driving herself again soon, she just had to wait to reapply for her license in America again.
Soon after, and she was stepping out of the car, waving goodbye to her mum, before heading inside the barn, jacket slung over her arm. She had grown used to the colder English winters, this wasn’t that cold compared to them, so the tank top she was wearing only made her feel slightly chilled. Approaching Bliss’ stall, she stopped, dropping the jacket onto her tack box, reaching up to stroke the bay’s nose. She took the time to have a better look at him, since she had been half asleep when she had first been introduced to the horse. Nice confirmation, seemed to have a friendly enough personality...all that was left was to see how well he was under the saddle.
I'M BARELY BREATHING BUT YOU JUST SEE A SMILE
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