[justify][font=iowan]I groaned inwardly as Acrobat lept over another jump.. Amazingly. Her rider, the dreaded Reese 'West' Hyland, was acing the entire course of five jumps. All verticals as well. Her flawless light brown hair was tied into a neat low ponytail, and her bright green eyes were accented, not only by a perfect coat of light black mascara, but also by the sunset, the red sun sinking slowly over the pine trees lining the sandy outdoor arena. The brown wood planks seemed to look like butterscotch in the golden haze, and the light sand turned grayish in the lack of light, shadowed by the trees.
Her shiny pink lips turned up in her signature smirk, eyes narrowing as she patted Acrobat's strong neck. She gave her black mare, Queen, a quick hug, then held her expensive reins in her left hand, fixing the position of her English saddle briefly, then turned towards our instructor, Robyn Tyrd. I know, worst name ever, right? She told us about it the first day we had met her. Her friends used to call her 'Robin Turds'. It was all in a joking spirit, though. Robyn smiled and tugged at the ends of her long black pixie cut. Her blue eyes glowed with praise. She was strict, but approved of good riders and their horses.
"Very good, Reese! Acrobat flexed very well over the jumps." Robyn commented.
I was at my semi-private riding lesson. It included Reese, her best friend Juli York, and another girl, Anna Ross, who was almost part of the mini-clique, formed of Reese, Juli, a blond girl named Tyla Green, and my ex-best friend, brunette Thalia Taylor.
I'm Emma Red. I was riding a lesson horse, Ambrosia, and so was Tyla. All of the clique, nicknamed the Espressos by my current riding best friend, Piper Hyland. Yep, Reese's sister. I have shoulder-length, perfectly naturally wavy brown hair and blue eyes. A lot of people at my school admire me and my confident style: a simple crop top every day and floral leggings or jeans. In the summer, most likely I'd wear shorts. Preferably jean shorts. Actually, I'm only a little bit lower than Reese in he popularity scale at our school, Red Ivy Prep. This is my life: riding and the constant popularity.