At around quarter to nine we arrive at school and the very first thing I do in the morning is to go my locker where I get any books I will need for the morning. After this I head to the library to do any homework that I have forgotten about. At about nine o’clock I head to the form room where I meet up with Rebecca and we head to Wilson Todd’s. In here you will find Kirsty, Claire, Katie, Kelly, Sarah and Sarah stocking up on chewing gum and other sweets. We head back to school and go to the registration room where our roll is called, announcements are read and we all head off to our first classes. The morning usually flies by (either because I am half asleep or I’m having a laugh with someone). At break we all meet up in one of the halls for assembly. We are meant to get 20 minutes for our break but because of this assembly we only get 10 minutes. The assembly wastes good chatting time and the only reason I like it is because I can meet up with everyone. We all split up again after this and head to our next classes.
My next classes don’t go quite as quickly as the morning and I think this is because I am now fully awake and taking everything in. When lunch comes I am starving, so heading to the cafeteria where I meet up again with Rebecca, we get something to eat and spend the next 20 minutes talking about our day. The afternoon classes always seem to last twice as long as they actually are, but I know that soon I will be free. Well, not quite, as most days I stay after to play some sport (netball, badminton or rugby) but on the other days I have to get the bus home. OK, so I sit on a bus chatting to my mates, eating a packet of sweets or something. What’s wrong with that? I have to sit on that bus for one hour! Still, it could be worse (I think).
When we reach my bus stop I jump off, looking and hoping there is a lift waiting for me. Most days there is no such luck, so I slowly make my way up the road. It takes my brother 5 minutes to walk home but it takes me 10 minutes usually. Once home I head straight to my room where I quickly change into something slightly more comfortable and head straight back outside to the stables. Spending the next hour and a half here, I muck out stables, ride my horse and relax. Although I spend a lot of time in the stables, I enjoy it and wouldn’t swap it for anything. By the time I come back into the house it is half past six, my mum is home and by the smells wafting out through the window, my dinner is ready. Dinner time is the only time during the week where we all sit down as one big family and discuss our day.
After dinner I go to my bedroom where I switch on my iPod and begin the chore of learning! Once through that mountain of books I head back to the kitchen where I will lift an orange or an apple, and sitting down in front of the television, I lose myself in Eastenders, known to my dad as ‘The dribble that makes most people realise how cheery their own life is’ (mind you, he still watches it!). I enjoy my mums company as we get on very well, but my dada on the other hand, we sometimes have silly little arguments, but I still love them both! By the time that Eastenders is over it is eight o’clock so I head upstairs to the computer where I chat for the next hour and a half on MSN. At half nine I head back out to the stables where I finish up for the night, when I come back into the house my sister is in bed so I have the bathroom free for as long as I want, pure silence to shower. Running through my a head I make a mental list of what I need for tomorrow and once I have packed everything I need, I then climb back into my bed and lifting one of the many autobiographies (by many different successful British Eventers) I read on for some inspiration. After about an hour of reading, I soon fall into a deep, warm, sleep where I know I will dream but won’t be able to remember what about.
The End