I woke up at the desk and groaned as the tense muscles started to ache around my neck and shoulders gave me as I sat up. I shook my head and noted to myself to finally stop sleeping on the desks, it was a bad yet old habit of mine. I stood up and started to give myself a massage and looked at the time.
"05.30.." I sighed "sleeping in today and my class was..07.30 wait.." it took me a second to the events of yesterday and I dragged my hand trough my hair and detangeling some of the knots. I actually left. I looked around the room and I pulled up my sleeve to see a small and a really faint bruise on my arm from when my dad had grabbed my arm.
I started to feel annoyed again, not at them but on myself. I pinched the bridge of my nose and started to walk back and forth. Did I go out of line? I was an adult so this was a thing I just could do but it felt off. It felt off to just leave and an uneasy feeling started to grow and I reflected all the former event with a clear mind.
"I just shoved him.. nothing more.." I groaned "he fell.. I.." I sighed in defeat. I didn't like the idea that I potentially hurt him but at the same time, it wasn't major and knowing him I just caught him of balance.
I started to get a new change of clothes and put them on the bed, and efter that I went into the shower, the cold water hit my back and I adjusted the temperature, it was either slightly too hot or slightly to cold. I gave up and let the water be and continued my morning routine.
I buttoned the last button on the shirt and cleaned up the room to later grab the lesson plan along with the photo of the students and their names, I started to make my way down to the stables, I looked at their faces, I have no clue, I can't even the name of the rider yesterday.. I uncovered the names and recalled who was who. I took out the lesson plan and shook my head, I tried looking for the name of the original trainer, but I couldn't find it and a gust of cold wind came from the ocean and the strong smell of salt water and fish hit my face and I snezzed, I shut my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. The salty and humid air made me uncomfortable, as I was used to dry and dusty air from the riding arenas. I looked down at the papers again and I tried to figure out the difficulty of the camp, the children I saw yesterday were of varying ages so that didn't really give me a clue, and the course the trainer had come up with seemed to be a beginner course, without a doubt but the layout was more advanced and there was a tight turn that I was concerned about.
As I arrived I looked over the empty stable and made my way down to rearrange the obstacles so it would fit for today's lesson. I looked at the lesson plan once again and then at the course. It was based to be a straight line that later turned to a harsh left turn to later be a similar to a 180° turn again. I wanted to change it but I didn't know the difficulty nor the guy who had planned this out, as well as the rest of the camp.
After some mental discussion and overall disagreement the course was up, all the obstacles were crossrails which was the only thing that I agreed on, it would automatically make the horse wanting to be on the centre of the jump, which would later help the riders to get on the right path.
I went back towards the stable and later I walked into the tackroom which had a small table which I sat down at and stretched out my legs, crossed my arms and leaned back into the chair, as I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds surrounding the stable, occasionally you could hear how the horses and ponies was walking around in the stalls as well as a faint snort now and then. There was chirping of birds in the golden trees, just outside the walls. It was extreamly calming and I could feel myself going into a half awake slumber.
[Extras]
Sorry for the long wait, but here is finally the next part. I've been busy and lost my little cheat-sheet where I had planned how the story would play out but either I'm able to redo it or I'll find it somewhere.
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