Arbetsdag nr. 2!
Even a dark shadow, has its bright moments Part 8 {English}
2014-09-04 | 
15:00:00 | 
This has happened: Emma had chosen to ride out alone with Danny and Sasha. But mostly to get some manners on Sasha and see if she could calm down a bit with the help of the company of another horse. Out on the boardwalk, she got to see what Sasha could go to and how her jumping technique. Will Emma one day to get to ride the energetic filly or is it just a matter of time before something else happens to them both?
New day, new week, the sun was shining and the day was the warmest so far. Although it was only at the end of February so everyone started in the stables get spring feelings. Icicles on the roof began to melt slowly and soon there was the small puddles as the snow melted.
Not only that, when the snow melts, it means only one thing. Spring cleaning, now would it all scrubbed, all the old chips should be discarded and added brand new, it should be dusted and painted. Equestrian Center at The vineyard has made himself deserving of the name. The stables will be cozy and cleaned for everyone's comfort. Everyone should help each other so it'll go faster.
It was this day that I took the opportunity to hide myself inside the room to avoid having to be with. I know they're still taking care of my horses while I pretend to sleep out.
I surreptitiously looked out the window and saw how everyone was working on getting order in the stables while I was inside the room, still in her bathrobe and drinking tea. As soon as I saw someone looked up to my room so I hid behind the curtain. Cleaning has never been my forte. What Mrs. Holdsworth came to notice in her little house.
I looked at them a long time before I went and sat down at my computer, I clicked onto Spotify and opened up my music list and started some music and started to get dressed.
Meanwhile, I was struggling on my black jeans, it came a ping sound from the computer and I looked up from the floor. It was from skype sound came from, and I immediately recognized who wrote to me.
- "Come out of the room and help out here, right now! Your lazybones!" The text was from Chiara. I could see in her style that she was annoyed. While they were working out in the barn, I was sitting inside the room and avoided them. I let it be, ignored her and clicked down Skype. Just seconds after that came the same voice again and I could not help but look what she wrote. This time she sent a picture of me standing behind the curtain, in full view with my tea cup in hand and messy morning hair. - "It would be fun to put up on this message board", she continued to write.
I hurried and got my clothes on and answered back with large letters, I yelled at her.
- "You would not dare!!"
- "Try me," she wrote back. I bit my lower lip. I sat still in my jean pants and bra. I reached for my purple T-shirt and wrapped it over me. Drank up the last of the tea and pulled on my purple winter coat and hurried down to the stables, where Chiara stood with the phone towards me and talking to himself. It turned out later that she was filming. I bent down over the snow, hugged it and threw a snowball right over her face.
- "Idiot!" I mumbled and smiled at her. Chiara looked out from behind the snow that covered most of her face and turned the mobile camera towards themselves.
- "This is for trying to be nice"
- "You think it would be nice of you to put up a picture of a morning monster in robe on the bulletin board?" I continued.
- "Hehe, sneaky!" She smiled and wiped the snow off his face and laughed. - "Admit that you came second thoughts?" She smiled and stopped the video.
- "Hmpf" I replied and followed her into the stable where the cleaning was in full swing. I looked for something I could do, and quickly discovered that no one had gone out with my horses. They stood there nicely in boxes and waiting to come out.
- "You did not think you'd get rid of it? Everyone must take their share of the work and you have to start taking responsibility and not live off others. Your horses, you take care of yourself, clean out the boxes, wash and scrub them and repaint them if necessary. "I sighed resignedly. - "There is nothing to sigh over, got started and you're done then. I'm done so I can help you with mucking out all the boxes!" She smiled and helped me anyway.
Very soon it was night and I still had some things left to be before I was hot ready, but without Chiara's help, I would probably never become clear, my horses had been standing in the dirt. I thanked her very much and apologized for the snowball.
Lucky Chiara is kind she is and just waved it off with a fishy smile.
- "But do not think you will get away with it, I'll give back one day!"
- "You do not, you tried to publish a picture of me, the snowball was enough!" I replied as we left the stable and picked up the last two horses. Chiara was dumb enough to wait and take the last Madness, like me, waiting to bring home Sasha last. Madness floundered as always when we started walking towards the stables and several times he tried to tear himself from Chiara's grip, which he finally succeeded and galloped towards the stables in luck.
I looked to much of Chiara and Madness to discover that Sasha went quietly next to me without even invented some nonsense. I looked then at Sasha who was standing next to me and just because I gave her some attention, she blew up and went away after Madness and into the stable. I did not react more than Sasha already disappeared into the stable and took a hell of a life.
I hurried shortly after and when I came into the house, everything was in a mess and Sasha had found in to her box where she chewed in the oats. I did nothing. Nor Chiara who knows a lot about horses. But I got me a proper grief from both the other students and Judy. I stood bewildered in front of them all because I did not have any counter arguments about the incident. One moment so she just trotted beside me and the next second she had exploded and tore before I had time to think about what happened.
- "Emma, maybe you should think about how you are going to do with her, because apparently she's just too strong and too hot for you, she is not as calm as they horses you already have." Judy pointed out to them the horses which I already had and everyone had that calm temperament that I could handle. I could not give Judy a response as I struggled not to cry and show myself weak before all that stood behind Judy.
In the end I nodded and then began to slowly pull me back out of the house and went to the library and into my room. I closed the door behind me and slid down on the floor and the tears welled up. I could not stop myself.
There was a knock on the door behind me, but I put no energy to open or respond.
- "Emma, you've got a package!" I heard a voice, it was Linnea's voice. She knocked again. I held back tears and tried to be quiet. The knocked again. - "Okay, but I put it out here so you can take it from there!" I heard a thud when the package was on the floor and how Linnea went further down the hall. A door was unlocked, opened and closed before I unlocked my door and looked out. Checked so that the coast was clear before I picked up the small package and put it on my desk. It was a small brown square package that was addressed to me. But who the sender was, I did not. I did not recognize the handwriting.
I started the kettle and swung Prepare a cup of tea and took off my clothes and put on my pajamas. I sat down with a cup of tea at the computer and checked the package, which was still unopened.
I put down my cup and reached for the package and began to loosen the tape. Inside the brown wrapper, there was a brown cardboard box. I shook her gently on the package, and something rolled around. I reached for a pair of scissors in the drawer and cut the tape over the opening.
When the cap went up, I felt a pungent aroma of garlic and oil. I slowly opened the lid and the box was a little jar of Amelia's flight agents. In the jar was a little note. I picked up the note and unfolded it and there stood a word in cursive.
- "I'm sorry" that was all, but the text was clear and I knew who it was from. I could not help but smile and keep on the can and look at the ceiling. This time I cried of happiness.
New day, new week, the sun was shining and the day was the warmest so far. Although it was only at the end of February so everyone started in the stables get spring feelings. Icicles on the roof began to melt slowly and soon there was the small puddles as the snow melted.
Not only that, when the snow melts, it means only one thing. Spring cleaning, now would it all scrubbed, all the old chips should be discarded and added brand new, it should be dusted and painted. Equestrian Center at The vineyard has made himself deserving of the name. The stables will be cozy and cleaned for everyone's comfort. Everyone should help each other so it'll go faster.
It was this day that I took the opportunity to hide myself inside the room to avoid having to be with. I know they're still taking care of my horses while I pretend to sleep out.
I surreptitiously looked out the window and saw how everyone was working on getting order in the stables while I was inside the room, still in her bathrobe and drinking tea. As soon as I saw someone looked up to my room so I hid behind the curtain. Cleaning has never been my forte. What Mrs. Holdsworth came to notice in her little house.
I looked at them a long time before I went and sat down at my computer, I clicked onto Spotify and opened up my music list and started some music and started to get dressed.
Meanwhile, I was struggling on my black jeans, it came a ping sound from the computer and I looked up from the floor. It was from skype sound came from, and I immediately recognized who wrote to me.
- "Come out of the room and help out here, right now! Your lazybones!" The text was from Chiara. I could see in her style that she was annoyed. While they were working out in the barn, I was sitting inside the room and avoided them. I let it be, ignored her and clicked down Skype. Just seconds after that came the same voice again and I could not help but look what she wrote. This time she sent a picture of me standing behind the curtain, in full view with my tea cup in hand and messy morning hair. - "It would be fun to put up on this message board", she continued to write.
I hurried and got my clothes on and answered back with large letters, I yelled at her.
- "You would not dare!!"
- "Try me," she wrote back. I bit my lower lip. I sat still in my jean pants and bra. I reached for my purple T-shirt and wrapped it over me. Drank up the last of the tea and pulled on my purple winter coat and hurried down to the stables, where Chiara stood with the phone towards me and talking to himself. It turned out later that she was filming. I bent down over the snow, hugged it and threw a snowball right over her face.
- "Idiot!" I mumbled and smiled at her. Chiara looked out from behind the snow that covered most of her face and turned the mobile camera towards themselves.
- "This is for trying to be nice"
- "You think it would be nice of you to put up a picture of a morning monster in robe on the bulletin board?" I continued.
- "Hehe, sneaky!" She smiled and wiped the snow off his face and laughed. - "Admit that you came second thoughts?" She smiled and stopped the video.
- "Hmpf" I replied and followed her into the stable where the cleaning was in full swing. I looked for something I could do, and quickly discovered that no one had gone out with my horses. They stood there nicely in boxes and waiting to come out.
- "You did not think you'd get rid of it? Everyone must take their share of the work and you have to start taking responsibility and not live off others. Your horses, you take care of yourself, clean out the boxes, wash and scrub them and repaint them if necessary. "I sighed resignedly. - "There is nothing to sigh over, got started and you're done then. I'm done so I can help you with mucking out all the boxes!" She smiled and helped me anyway.
Very soon it was night and I still had some things left to be before I was hot ready, but without Chiara's help, I would probably never become clear, my horses had been standing in the dirt. I thanked her very much and apologized for the snowball.
Lucky Chiara is kind she is and just waved it off with a fishy smile.
- "But do not think you will get away with it, I'll give back one day!"
- "You do not, you tried to publish a picture of me, the snowball was enough!" I replied as we left the stable and picked up the last two horses. Chiara was dumb enough to wait and take the last Madness, like me, waiting to bring home Sasha last. Madness floundered as always when we started walking towards the stables and several times he tried to tear himself from Chiara's grip, which he finally succeeded and galloped towards the stables in luck.
I looked to much of Chiara and Madness to discover that Sasha went quietly next to me without even invented some nonsense. I looked then at Sasha who was standing next to me and just because I gave her some attention, she blew up and went away after Madness and into the stable. I did not react more than Sasha already disappeared into the stable and took a hell of a life.
I hurried shortly after and when I came into the house, everything was in a mess and Sasha had found in to her box where she chewed in the oats. I did nothing. Nor Chiara who knows a lot about horses. But I got me a proper grief from both the other students and Judy. I stood bewildered in front of them all because I did not have any counter arguments about the incident. One moment so she just trotted beside me and the next second she had exploded and tore before I had time to think about what happened.
- "Emma, maybe you should think about how you are going to do with her, because apparently she's just too strong and too hot for you, she is not as calm as they horses you already have." Judy pointed out to them the horses which I already had and everyone had that calm temperament that I could handle. I could not give Judy a response as I struggled not to cry and show myself weak before all that stood behind Judy.
In the end I nodded and then began to slowly pull me back out of the house and went to the library and into my room. I closed the door behind me and slid down on the floor and the tears welled up. I could not stop myself.
There was a knock on the door behind me, but I put no energy to open or respond.
- "Emma, you've got a package!" I heard a voice, it was Linnea's voice. She knocked again. I held back tears and tried to be quiet. The knocked again. - "Okay, but I put it out here so you can take it from there!" I heard a thud when the package was on the floor and how Linnea went further down the hall. A door was unlocked, opened and closed before I unlocked my door and looked out. Checked so that the coast was clear before I picked up the small package and put it on my desk. It was a small brown square package that was addressed to me. But who the sender was, I did not. I did not recognize the handwriting.
I started the kettle and swung Prepare a cup of tea and took off my clothes and put on my pajamas. I sat down with a cup of tea at the computer and checked the package, which was still unopened.
I put down my cup and reached for the package and began to loosen the tape. Inside the brown wrapper, there was a brown cardboard box. I shook her gently on the package, and something rolled around. I reached for a pair of scissors in the drawer and cut the tape over the opening.
When the cap went up, I felt a pungent aroma of garlic and oil. I slowly opened the lid and the box was a little jar of Amelia's flight agents. In the jar was a little note. I picked up the note and unfolded it and there stood a word in cursive.
- "I'm sorry" that was all, but the text was clear and I knew who it was from. I could not help but smile and keep on the can and look at the ceiling. This time I cried of happiness.
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