04-24-2009, 09:52 AM
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The taxi ride went by very quickly, and I found out a few things about Chris. First, His main goal by coming to the school is that he will be accepted into a great riding college, and hopefully rise to the American Olympic Riding Team. Second, He boards his own horse here, a black Warmblood Jumper Cross. Third and lastly, He doesn't have a girlfriend. I also learned one thing about myself: I was determined to fill that place. Of girlfriend, I mean. Anyways, when we got to the academy, Chris hopped out and opened the door for me. I climbed out, and made a remark about chivalry not being dead. So dorky. But he seemed to think it was funny, and laughed a little. I hefted my bags out from the back. Chris came over and grabbed two bags off of my huge stack. "Gotta keep up that good reputation." He said with a grin that threatened to melt my heart. I smiled back. Then I finally looked at the building of the school. It was tall and brick, with a metal polished sign that read, "The John Whitaker Riding Acadamy." I stared up at it, intimadated by the school's size. Chris nuged my shoulder. "C'mon," he said, and strode up the stairs. I followed, still cautious.