Young Writers Society

There he stood, tall, slim, but in his own way, handsome

It's his eyes. I thought, for they were breath-taking.

He had steel-blue eyes, the kind that when you looked into them, you felt as if they were seeing straight to your soul.

They never failed to send my heart pounding everytime I gazed into them.

"Hey Danielle! Glad you're here. I really didn't want to be left alone with Bailey and them."

"I know." He grinned, that dazzling, boyish grin of his that turned me into a pile of mush.

Buring the summer, they had week long camps for beginners to learn how to ride.

it was then that Chris and I would sneak off,

Of course, he being the better fencer, became my teacher.

but being thus entranced, could not do so

The "bailey and them" he was refering to

and one of the only other guys that ride, at the stables

He was short, with dirty blond hair and blue eyes.

wish was pretty much everyone

At fifteen, she was the closet, until recently, I had to a friend out there

Whenever she came, is she bothered to come that is

He is kind, when he wants to be that is, and would go out of his way to help me or do things for me, like getting a saddle down, ect

There he stood, tall, slim, but in his own way, handsome.

It's his eyes. I thought, for they were breath-taking.

He had steel-blue eyes, the kind that when you looked into them, you felt as if they were seeing straight to your soul.

They never failed to send my heart pounding everytime I gazed into them.

I'm surprised Chris hasn't figured out that I like him yet. Surely he can hear my heart beating every time I get near him! The sound is defining to my ears.

"Hey Danielle! Glad you're here. I really didn't want to be left alone with Bailey and them."

"Well, you know I wouldn't do that on purpose."

"I know." He grinned, that dazzling, boyish grin of his that turned me into a pile of mush.

Both he and I worked at an English riding stables in exchange for lessons. Buring the summer, they had week long camps for beginners to learn how to ride. At these camps, they would be taught how to guide properly, post, walk, and trot. At the end of the week, there was a horse show to reward all their hard work. It was rigged, of course, but the campers did not know that. After the show, a pizza party was held. Then they would leave, and we would get ready for the next week and new batch of annoying little campers.

On Mondays and Tuesdays, we had lessons for more experienced riders. They would ride for an hour doing the three main gaits: walk, trot, and canter.

In between the lessons, however, the helpers normally had nothing to do. it was then that Chris and I would sneak off, using the forbidden "show whips" to practice dueling. Of course, he being the better fencer, became my teacher.

"When you fence," he had instructed me once, "you look into your opponent's eyes, not at his sword."

It was then, as well, that I would look straight past his glasses into those dazzling eyes, needing to break away, but being thus entranced, could not do so.

The "bailey and them" he was refering to were other helpers out at Cross Creek Stables, better known as the Barn or the Stables.

Bailey was a blue-eyed girl of the age of eleven who was just as blond-brained as she was blond-headed. She wore glasses and had braces, as well. Very rich, and very annoying, Bailey could be heard from ten miles away, screaming out her beloved, stupid, horses name, "TIGGER!"

Jenifer, better known as Jen, was ten years old. She had brown hair, braces, and hazel eyes. She was adopted at birth, just as I was, and was exceptionally tall for her age. Proud, arrogant, she thought herself far above us just because she was a "show girl."

David was the only other guy helper, and one of the only other guys that ride, at the stables. He was short, with dirty blond hair and blue eyes. Fearful of all who could hurt him--wish was pretty much everyone--he was a prime target for most of the other helpers' torturing tecniques.

Britney was one of the only mature helpers at the barn, aside from David and Chris. At fifteen, she was the closet, until recently, I had to a friend out there. Plus, we both loved the same horse--Jim. She had long brown hair, was on the tall side, and had brown eyes. She was a hard worker and far more experienced horse woman than I.

These made up the regular helpers. Then there are those who come whenever they feel like it.

Rebecca is first amoung these. She was short, fat, with brown, curly hair and mouse like features. Her eyes were a brownish color. Rebecca thought she knew everything there was to know about horses and everyone liked her and wanted to be her friend. Well, she thought wrong. It was quite the opposite. She would not listen to orders, she followed people everywhere, and was just all around annoying! Plus, she really didn't know how to ride a horse.

Then there was Sydney. Whenever she came, is she bothered to come that is, she was of no use at all! She would not do any real work, and she would not listen to anyone, including the head of the stables, Mandy.

Rachel was a different story. She worked hard and was very quiet. I do not know a lot about her except she does what she is told when she is told to do it.

Amanda is in love with a devil horse named Madacat, but everyone calls him Kitty. She follows Jen everywhere, always tries to get out of work, and does not listen very well. She is okay...but preferably, it would be best if she was not around.

That just leaves two other helpers: Chris and me.

I am five foot two, have brown hair with blond highlights, hazel eyes, and always wear my black, lace up boots, black riding pants, and green Cross Creek T-shirt. Also, I have never had a boyfriend.

Which brings me back to Chris.

Chris has shaggy brown hair, is tall, skinny, and is absolutely amazing! He was not as experienced at riding as I am, but he knew how to calm them and deal with them if they were being stuborn or whatever. He is kind, when he wants to be that is, and would go out of his way to help me or do things for me, like getting a saddle down, ect.

I sighed.

"What?" he asked curiously.

"Um...nothing." I could have sworn that my face was flushed pink.

"What?" He persisted.

"Just thinking." I made the mistake of looking directly into his eyes.