.STORYLINE - 6.

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Storyline

Lara's PoV

Lately I’ve been having too much duties and extra working. And I wanted to finish everything by the end of the next month. But no, f*uck you, Lara – it’s the 31 of July already and the duties keep piling. I’m already having some concerns about mixing my university and stables from the end of August. If already now, when all of the days I’m spending here, without leaving for weekends, what will be happening with me during the next year? But I have to study, no matter which prospects Mrs. Monet is promising to me in the equestrian sports. Talking about her, this lady is starting to annoy me. That’s good to be her preference, but it’s not the reason to throw all of the tasks on me. She has a daughter, so let her do all of the work. Although, Lucie had enough this month as well. We two are sharing all of Mrs. Monet’s students. At least I’m having more or less adult ones, when Lucy is coping with kids, who are only seeking for a reason to insult her. But she’s patient, or I’d say, she’s just too kind.

And today my day was absolutely scheduled. In the morning, at 9:00, I have already lunged my Gatecrasher, washed him, let him out in the paddock. Then it approached to 11:00. And that’s the moment I shat bricks. How could Mrs. Monet think of giving me a person who had never touched a horse in her entire life? Well, maybe touched, I overrated, but hadn’t ridden – that’s for sure. I give you 100% that if something happens to Sophie, that will be my fault. Max and me even made a bet in how many days will I get drunk. I bet one week, he gave less. He thinks, my nerves will nope me. But I will prove to him that I’m not a hysteric as he thinks. Anyways, it doesn’t matter when I get drunk, what matters is that he’s gonna get drunk with me, so there’s no wonder for anyone why he’s bringing the date of our booze so eagerly.

By 11:00 I have already been waiting at the box of Shining Star, waiting for Sophie. I haven’t brought anything with me, it’s better that I show everything to her. Ah, plus teach her how to brush, and how to saddle… I’m definitely getting drunk. For the rest of the day I’m having a lot to do as well: at 15:00 I have a lesson with the 17-year-old girl; as I finish, I should take Unbreakable for the workout. Cuz it’s been only x-country for me for last days, and what if suddenly our Mrs. Monet will sign me up to some dressage event. And after, together with Quentin we’re gonna wash the saddle pads and blankets. Loads of fun, huh?

And here I’ve seen the silhouette of Sophie entering the stables. Yup, exactly at 11:00. Obviously, I had nicely frightened her yesterday. But yesterday my nerves broke, today I should be more calm with her.

“Slept well?” I have started the conversation, as soon as Sophie was in a meter from me. Surprisingly, she dressed up in a right way, all equestrian. And I have though, she’s gonna be like all of the newbies – everything just to look fashionable and pretty.

“Yeah, thanks”, she answered accurately. Yeah, I definitely was too harsh to her yesterday.

“Let’s go, I’m gonna show you everything”, I hope she’s gonna relax a little bit, because she was too strained with me, “So, we have two tack rooms. In this part, where the private horses are, relatively, the private one”

We went into the room, where there was, modestly saying, a mess. Just because of this I was hating all of our peoplez, as they, tired after the workouts, don’t want to tidy up. So, here there come all of the scattered saddle pads and brushes.

“You…just don’t pay attention to…all…of this”, I couldn’t find any suitable words to describe everything that was happening there, “Here are all of our belongings. Just in case, you see, that each one of us has one’s own place and case. They are subscribed. Yours will be subscribed too, and for nw, so you know, yours is here”

I showed her the equipment that was of Mrs. Monet’s, from the times when she was regularly working out herself. The saddle, the bridle, saddle pads and other stuff were now the property of Sophie.

“Just in case, just remember, your belongings are situated between the names of Bergmann and Rosemonde. And those are Andreas and Jazz”

“Maybe it’s gonna be a good idea to swap the places with any of them? So their stuff will be together and mine’s just next to them?” suggested Sophie.

“Nah, its ok. They actually don’t care. That’s not their stuff that’s dating, but they themselves, so I guess there would be no problems at all”, I smiled and she finally got relaxed a bit.

“And which case am I having?”

‘To be honest, no idea”, no one informed me about that, “I think, Mrs. Monet will tell you later. But you don’t need one right now as you don’t have that much of stuff. Now, take this box with brushes and I’m gonna take the saddle and the rest”

It was time to introduce her to the horse and horseman communication at all. The grooming and saddling lasted long, the mare almost kicked Sophie’s teeth ou while she was trying to clean the hooves. The girl herself didn’t have a desire to tinker with horses and was openly announcing this to me. I was only hoping, that she’s gonna change her attitude about all of this, otherwise this year is gonna be harsh. And stressing. But let’s wipe off the bad thoughts. Somehow taught her to put the bridle, at the fifth try she even did it herself. With the girth there was utter fun – she didn’t know that it existed. Huh, right – the saddle is sitting on the back calmly by itself, why does one need some girth to hold it? God, give me a gun please.

I went full ham and took Sophie to the indoor arena. But why not, there was no one in there, the soil is soft, full sound isolation. I didn’t risk taking her outside, there are a lot of sounds and other unnecessary stuff for her. Even though this horse is the calmest at this stables, I didn’t know what to expect from Sophie and her actions. Moreover, I would have been a killer if I took her to the small outdoor arena – there are the hours of renters, so it’s the very anthill in there.

I showed Sophie how to jump into the saddle, then explained to her what to do with the stirrups and reins. She should have understood, but just to be sure I showed all of that myself. Finally, after 10 minutes of warm up riding, I jumped off and began to put Sophie on the Star’s back. She’s light, of course, but that was a bit hard to put her up, even though she was smaller than me. She missed the saddle with her leg for a couple of times, but every time she was sure she did it right. After that torture, I led Star in hands, with Sophie sitting on her, by the borders of the arena. The girl was sliding, she was thrown right and left but she wasn’t complaining. Just a couple of times she quickly dropped “I’m falling”, but then she calmed down, feeling that she’s still on the horse. By the way, I had a bad time while putting a helmet on her. By her words, she didn’t want to ruin the hairstyle. And by my words, she understood that either she puts on the helmet, or I’m calling Jazz and then Sophie can wave at her hair at all.

Yup, I broke the sacred rule – no lunging in the indoor arena. But hey, there was no one, and hardly one could have come. The weather was too nice to sit inside in the airless arena. So, I have without a hurry explained her how to hold herself, how to send the horse into faster allures, how to slow her down, how not to hit the sides of the horse all of the time and so on. All of the basic stuff. I didn’t take the risk to send her in trot, let her find her balance first. But I was happy that she didn’t fall at her first lesson, I though it would be worse. It was 13:30 already, when we got back to the stables and showered the mare. By that time Sophie’s place was already subscribed. I think, that was Lucie’s business. Having put everything on it’s places, I let Sophie go to have some rest, after what the long working afternoon was waiting for me.

 

Do you remember I told Sophie that it’s ok to have her stuff between Andreas and Jazz? I have never ever been that mistaken before.

At 18:00 in the evening, when I was finally done with all of my duties, I got back home. My path was lying through the living room where we all gathered in the evenings. Today at this moment there was quite few of everyone: Sophie and Lucie were sitting on the sofa and chatting about something and Max was tinkering at the kitchen, making a sandwich. I had just made the first step to there to beg the guy for the piece of food, when the entrance door opened, letting in the fresh evening air. Jazz and Andreas appeared in the room, what is more, Jazz ran inside much earlier than her boyfriend, with a very angry look on her face.

“Why the hell all of Sophie’s stuff turned out to be between me and Andreas?” she resented, sharply shutting up, when Andreas “jumped” at her from the behind, grabbing her shoulders.

“Whoah, whoah, Jazz, calm down, let’s go!” Andreas was trying to take her away, but the girl was kicking, not letting him accomplish his plan.

Max crawled out of the kitchen, approached me and placed himself next to me as secretly as possible. Lucie grabbed Sophie by her hand, just to keep calm herself.

“Let me out!” Jazz shouted, “I have the right to be discontent!”

“We are leaving”, Andreas literally dragged her behind him, not paying attention that she was stumbling from time to time.

“Let me out, I’m not finished yet!”

“Stop shaming me!” raised his voice Andreas, trying to push Jazz behind the entrance door.

“Why, wanna look better in her eyes?!” that was the last thing which we heard, thanks to the closed door.

Everyone exchanged glances, as soon as the couple left, and Max was barely holding his laughter. Sophie threw at me the glance à la “betrayer”, but how could I know Jazz would react like this? Lucie threw herself to calm Sophie down, telling that that’s Jazz’s normal behavior, and one just should get used to this.

In my turn, I turned back to Max, who was still standing next to me.

“Will you share your sandwich with me, won’t you?” I made a plaintive face, as the most working person at this stables.

“Well… depends on how you’re gonna ask”, smiled Max, winking at me, but getting a catty look from me, went on, “Okay, okay. Any way, “no” wouldn’t have stopped you from the attempt on my food”

At least that made me happy. After such hell of a day to eat a sandwich from the best friend was a sacred affair. And tomorrow… The next day of teaching Sophie.

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