4. A pinto in a Cadillac Race
It wasn't long until everyone was called down to the stables for roll call and horse assignments. I walked along the stone path to the lovely barn. I followed the signs carefully that read Stables -> until I was standing right in front of the grand main barn. Like a deer in the headlights, I looked up at the building, gasping. Snobby brats walked passed me, noses raised, giggling, and grooms scattered about like bees in a hive hurried around a barn tacking and grooming horses. I looked across the aisle way where I could see the boarders' barn, I envied them. I entered, looking around at the stained wood stalls, the horses peeking over their doors which were unimaginably gorgeous . I then looked ahead and read the almost empty horse assignment sheet it read: Marleigh Hunter- Atlas. I grinned and began searching the stalls until I came upon the gorgeous bay his name plate read ATLAS. Atlas was my dream horse he was a golden bay with a blaze and four white socks. Puzzled, he looked at me with large, deep, brown eyes, and paused in his chewing. Hay stuck out from his pink, clipped muzzle not even a small bit of a whisker was visible. He was clipped to perfection and had a shiny coat, thick, perfectly pulled mane, and a long tail,that was clipped to straight perfection at the bottom. I read the white board attached to his stall and found he was an Appendix Quarter horse. Suddenly, over a loudspeaker, it was announced that schooling was to begin in an hour, so I dashed back to my dorm to get changed into my riding clothes. I wore beige breeches, a blue polo and shiny black tall boots (I had cleaned them just for the occasion). I tried my hardest to walk calmly and refrain myself from jogging. As I walked into the barn, I noticed the bee-like grooms buzzing around and tacking up Atlas. Never before, had someone tacked up my horse for me. I grinned with sheer excitement. Carefully, a groom began walking the gelding out of the barn and into the arena. I jogged to catch up with them, strapped on my Samshield helmet, and continued on. When we entered the arena, the groom proceeded to hold Atlas while I mounted. I made sure to land lightly and gracefully into the saddle when I sat. I gave Atlas a small nudge with my legs and started off with a brisk walk. Once he had properly warmed up at the walk, I gave him another nudge and picked up a working trot. Atlas had a large stride, a very large stride, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. The ring was crowded with many riders riding their own horses I felt like I was a pinto in a Cadillac race. The girl who had bumped into me was riding a frisky, grey Thoroughbred who held his head high and pranced nervously. With a hard blink, I regained my focus and asked Atlas for the canter. His canter strides were very very very large I half-seated and maintained a light seat even though it felt like I was being sprung out of the saddle.