Waking up to the blaring beeping sound that was sounded by the clock striking 6:00 am, I slowly unwrapped myself from the blankets that laid on my bed. Why did I opt to take a first period class second semester senior year? I thought to myself. I felt my muscles stiffly move as I slid out of bed and made my way to get ready. Today was going to be a long day.
It was 10:17 already, three classes down, two more to go until I was allowed to leave at lunch. I walked up next to my friends and went towards our fourth period, peeping into their conversation. I do not say much usually, as the only people I am close to at school, well I never see, but I get along with everyone else. They were talking to each other about how for Choir, they do not get to sleep in on Wednesdays nor go home and relax after school, and when people state that they are so tired, they reply with a "you honestly have no idea." I personally wanted to laugh at this statement. I'd like to see them do an actual sport after school then come home to piles of homework. They honestly have no idea.
Finally the lunch bell rang, signaling me to go home and change, then go pick up my barn little sister so we could go ride. I picked her up at my school's rival school, sending the occasional glare at the pimpiest students, and took her to get a snack. I then hurried out to the barn, already ten minutes late, and dreading what my trainer would punish me with.
OKAY omg that is way to hard to make a story out of my day, I failed whatevs. Anyways, onto my life in not-story-format.
I took Skylar to the barn, and we rode probably one of the hardest lessons I have ridden in a long long time. No strirrups, some head-gear-like-contraption for Sly, and no muscles whatsoever for me! SO MUCH FUN! Either way, I am now at home, way too tired to do homework, slightly depressed because I accidentally deleted/stopped recording Pretty Little Liars to watch the news because hopefully the ex-LAPD cop is caught :D
Okay- time to sleep. Or watch a movie. Or just eat, a lot.
-E
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