problem jumping it.”
“You did the right thing by doing a half halt to slow him before the gate,” Mr. Conner said. “He saw the other horses waiting and wanted to rush to get to them.”
“He still jumped too high,” I said. “But I shouldn’t have lost my balance.”
Mr. Conner nodded. “We’ll work on balance exercises before tryouts.”
When we joined the others, Charm stopped by Luna and reached out his muzzle to bump hers.
“Good ride?” Eric asked.
“Decent,” I said. “Not our best. But at least now I know what to work on.”
“Everything,” Jas quipped under her breath.
I rolled my eyes, but I was really worried. I couldn’t make those mistakes during the final YENT tryouts. While we waited for Callie, I tried not to obsess over myride. Callie and Jack finally appeared over the hill and I watched Jack fly over the gate with ease that I envied. It only made me more nervous about tryouts.
Going into film class, I was still thinking about my cross-country mistakes.
As I took my seat, I flipped open my phone to find that Callie had sent me a text.
Meet me aftr class?
K
.
She’d promised to help me in whatever way she could so that we’d both be as prepared as possible for the tryouts. I put my phone away, glad for the millionth time to have my BFF back.
Mr. Ramirez walked to the front of the room. “Happy Friday, everyone.”
What movie was that from?!
We looked around at each other—no one knew!
Mr. Ramirez stared at us for a few more seconds before starting to laugh. “That wasn’t a quote, guys. I was really just saying ‘happy Friday.’”
I laughed along with the rest of the class.
“Please pass your homework forward,” Mr. Ramirez said. “And then we’ll get started.”
Where was Jacob? His knee was fine—Callie had said so earlier today. I reached for my phone, then changed my mind.
“Anyone have problems with the homework?” Mr. Ramirez asked.
A girl in the front row raised her hand. “Question three?”
“Okay,” Mr. Ramirez said, collecting the homework. “Let’s take a look at question three.” Mr. Ramirez stopped, his gaze focused on something else.
“Sorry,” Jacob said, hurrying down the aisle and taking the seat next to me.
Mr. Ramirez frowned. “I know it’s the last day of class, guys, but we still have work to do today. Let’s go back to Alicia’s question.”
When Mr. Ramirez started talking, I leaned over to Jacob. “You okay?”
He nodded.
I looked at him. He kept shifting around in his seat and touching his hair, which I knew he did when he got nervous. I wanted to ask him if he was really okay, but decided to drop it. If he wanted to talk, he would.
At the end of class, Mr. Ramirez told us that he had one last announcement. “Since I’m the nicest teacher atCanterwood,” he said, “you all already know there’s no final for this class. But the powers that be have insisted on something official in place of an exam. So instead, we’ll be having a class pizza party on Saturday afternoon.” Mr. Ramirez grinned. “We’ll watch a couple of my favorite movies and that will be that. It was either that or a final, so I hope you’re all on board.”
“Um, yeah!” called a guy two rows in front of me.
Everyone laughed and Mr. Ramirez dismissed us. Jacob gathered his bag and immediately walked down the aisle to Mr. Ramirez, probably to explain why he’d been late.
When I walked out of the theater, I found Callie waiting for me. She’d pulled her hair into a high ponytail that showed off her pink dangly earrings.
“How was class?” she asked.
“Long, but okay. I can’t believe it was the last one.” We started to walk and then I paused. “Did you want to wait for Jacob?” I asked.
Callie shook her head and took a seat on a couch near the back of the common room. “Nope. He’s going to text me later.”
I dropped my bag on the ground and rifled through it till I found my notebook. “I started making a list of
“You did the right thing by doing a half halt to slow him before the gate,” Mr. Conner said. “He saw the other horses waiting and wanted to rush to get to them.”
“He still jumped too high,” I said. “But I shouldn’t have lost my balance.”
Mr. Conner nodded. “We’ll work on balance exercises before tryouts.”
When we joined the others, Charm stopped by Luna and reached out his muzzle to bump hers.
“Good ride?” Eric asked.
“Decent,” I said. “Not our best. But at least now I know what to work on.”
“Everything,” Jas quipped under her breath.
I rolled my eyes, but I was really worried. I couldn’t make those mistakes during the final YENT tryouts. While we waited for Callie, I tried not to obsess over myride. Callie and Jack finally appeared over the hill and I watched Jack fly over the gate with ease that I envied. It only made me more nervous about tryouts.
Going into film class, I was still thinking about my cross-country mistakes.
As I took my seat, I flipped open my phone to find that Callie had sent me a text.
Meet me aftr class?
K
.
She’d promised to help me in whatever way she could so that we’d both be as prepared as possible for the tryouts. I put my phone away, glad for the millionth time to have my BFF back.
Mr. Ramirez walked to the front of the room. “Happy Friday, everyone.”
What movie was that from?!
We looked around at each other—no one knew!
Mr. Ramirez stared at us for a few more seconds before starting to laugh. “That wasn’t a quote, guys. I was really just saying ‘happy Friday.’”
I laughed along with the rest of the class.
“Please pass your homework forward,” Mr. Ramirez said. “And then we’ll get started.”
Where was Jacob? His knee was fine—Callie had said so earlier today. I reached for my phone, then changed my mind.
“Anyone have problems with the homework?” Mr. Ramirez asked.
A girl in the front row raised her hand. “Question three?”
“Okay,” Mr. Ramirez said, collecting the homework. “Let’s take a look at question three.” Mr. Ramirez stopped, his gaze focused on something else.
“Sorry,” Jacob said, hurrying down the aisle and taking the seat next to me.
Mr. Ramirez frowned. “I know it’s the last day of class, guys, but we still have work to do today. Let’s go back to Alicia’s question.”
When Mr. Ramirez started talking, I leaned over to Jacob. “You okay?”
He nodded.
I looked at him. He kept shifting around in his seat and touching his hair, which I knew he did when he got nervous. I wanted to ask him if he was really okay, but decided to drop it. If he wanted to talk, he would.
At the end of class, Mr. Ramirez told us that he had one last announcement. “Since I’m the nicest teacher atCanterwood,” he said, “you all already know there’s no final for this class. But the powers that be have insisted on something official in place of an exam. So instead, we’ll be having a class pizza party on Saturday afternoon.” Mr. Ramirez grinned. “We’ll watch a couple of my favorite movies and that will be that. It was either that or a final, so I hope you’re all on board.”
“Um, yeah!” called a guy two rows in front of me.
Everyone laughed and Mr. Ramirez dismissed us. Jacob gathered his bag and immediately walked down the aisle to Mr. Ramirez, probably to explain why he’d been late.
When I walked out of the theater, I found Callie waiting for me. She’d pulled her hair into a high ponytail that showed off her pink dangly earrings.
“How was class?” she asked.
“Long, but okay. I can’t believe it was the last one.” We started to walk and then I paused. “Did you want to wait for Jacob?” I asked.
Callie shook her head and took a seat on a couch near the back of the common room. “Nope. He’s going to text me later.”
I dropped my bag on the ground and rifled through it till I found my notebook. “I started making a list of
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