Pine Ridge Stables
Savannah Powell tapped her pencil against the wooden desk impatiently. It was last period History on a sunny Spring Friday, and she wanted to get out of school as soon as heavenly possible. Savannah leaned back in her chair, sighing as she thought of the aggravating events that had happened earlier in the day. Most schools have a mean girl, but the mean girl at Pine Ridge Middle School also boarded her horse at the same place Savannah happened to keep her gelding. It was double trouble. Not only did Savannah have to put up with Reagan Hudson during school, but the girl's queen bee attitude dragged her down at the barn as well. It was extremely frustrating. Like Savannah, Reagan was prepping for the upcoming show season as well and she had been nothing but nasty to Savannah for the last week. It had been Reagan who told Savannah that drama was canceled on Tuesday when really it wasn't, and when Savannah had found her science essay missing in her locker, Reagan had been the culprit. 'What did I do to make Reagan think it was her job to make my life hell!?' Savannah thought helplessly to herself. She pondered it for a few minutes, gazing out the classroom window. It took her a few moments to realize that mrs. Fields had asked her a question. "Savannah Powell, did you hear me?" the middle aged woman asked with a hard, skeptical voice. "Oh, um, sorry. Could you repeat the question please?" Savannah asked meekly, her tan cheeks flushed slightly. A few snickers fled throughout the room. "When did the Syrians retreat from Lebanon?"
"2005," Savannah answered immediately. A brief, pretty smile shone on Mrs. Field's heart-shaped face before she nodded and moved on to quizzing the next student.
Ten minutes later, the bell rang and Savannah was up like a shot. She sped out of the classroom and bee lined for her locker. Reagan was no where in sight. Switching out her heavy backback burden out for a much lighter load - it *was* the weekend, after all - Savannah gathered her belongings and shut her locker door. She weaved through the thick crowd of middle-schoolers, before finally escaping the hallway and flying down the front entrance steps. Savannah was in a good mood, despite all of the mishaps that had occurred during the week. She quickly found her mother's bulky Ram pickup truck and slid into the passenger seat. "Hi Van," her mother greeted her as she settled her backpack into the back seat. "Hey mom," Savannah replied with a happy smile, quickly strapping her seatbelt on. "So can you drop me off at the barn, please?" Savannah asked eagerly. Her mom laughed. "Hold your horses honey, you've gotta get changed first," she chuckled, pulling out of the Middle School parking lot. Savannah grinned, shrugging her slim shoulders. "I guess you've gotta point on that one," she admitted. But it was only a small delay. Within twenty minutes, she would be down at the barn spending time with her favorite horse in the world. That's all that mattered to Savannah.