The next few weeks were quite blurry. I woke up, ate, went to ride, and did my barn chores. I haven't spoken a word to Anthkny after what happened and I'm fine with that. I know it wasn't his fault to get rid of the 'bad' riders. In fact, they're not even bad riders. They're great; they just have some rough edges that need some smoothing put and getting clear for them.

"Tigger...I don't know what to do anymore," I said to my mount, eating his hay in the corner why I 'try' to clean out his stall. All he do was nicker in return, seeming to say 'Ok. But I'll be with you' because he came over and stood by me while I pat his starting to shed coat.

"Your a silly horse, you know right?"

I started to continue mucking out his stall while listening to music, or until someone comes to get me for lunch, which I don't feel like eating.

"No, I'm good. Thanks though, Rebecca," I say with a careful smile.

"Ok. You sure you're all right? You didn't clme for breakfast either," She responds worrily.

"Yeah. I'm fine. You go eat. I'll be alright,"

"Ok," She slides off the stall door and heads towards the cafeteria.

I look to make sure no one else is still at the barn before going back to my trunk. I take out a bareback pad and a neck rein and head back to Tigger's stall.

"Ready for our thing?" I ask Tigger.

He neighs excitedly. We've been doing this for a few weeks, jumping up to 3'6" and doing some cool tricks I've tought him the few weeks I've been I solitary mode.

I slide the pad over his back and tighten the girth up easily. As I did that, I reached for the neck rope that I just had to slip over his head and around his neck. He didn't move a muscle, but I could tell he was getting anxious by the way his ears were flicking around aimlessly. I led him out of his stall and towards the arena where I tied him to nearest post.

"Stay boy," I commanded, not like he was going anywhere tied up.

I went towards the corner of the arena, where all the jumps were, and brought some standards and started setting up a course, not reaching over 3'0". I walked back to Tigger once I was satisfied with the course I had mentally made.

Tigger seemed to know what was next as he started to bow down, helping me get on. I always asked him to do that, not only was it adorable, but it was good ground training.

I hopped on, "Up," I commanded forcefully and he gladly stood up slowly and raised to his original position. I pat his neck and gave him a big hug before starting to work.

I asked for a sitting trot a few laps before posting, then eventually doing two-point for a lap or two to strengthen my leg muscles. After trotting,I asked for a smooth canter and Tigger accepted, picking up his flowing canter, cantering around the arena. I switched directions and did the same work I did the other way.

"Ready to jump?" I panted.

I led cantered Tigger towards one of the cross rails, not so high, and he popped over it without problem. I did the same exercise, adding jumps higher and higher as we went effortlessly around the arena. After that, I started to jump around the 2'6" range. Tigger made it look like a simple jump, even though I knew he was trying his hardest to make it look like that. I shifted my weight in the saddle over the diagonal, asking for the lead change to start our course. I turned my shoulders as we went through the corner and headed towards the first jump. I kept my heels down, legs tight, and leaded forward slightly before coming closer to the yellow vertical. We flew over it in a split second and I steered Tigger straight ahead to the purple oxer. He hesitated, realizing I hadn't had much contact on the rein, and slowed down slightly before I gave him a quick nudge with my inside leg, focusing him on staying straight. He pricked his ears forward before taking off. Moments later, we were back on the arena sand, flying to the orange combination. A few strides later, we end up on the other side of the arena, where we started.

I gave him a big pat, "Good boy," I praised.

I dismounted and led him back to his stall, taking off the bareback pad before anyone saw I was riding.

"Roxanne," A serious voice asked as I was walking across the aisle.

I froze when I saw the person, "Anthony, I can explain,"

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Dun dun dun

Sort of a cliffhanger. This a really short, boring chapter, but I wanted to get something out. We mat have a double update today but depends on of I feel like writing today. Possibly...

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