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Joined: Mar 2007 Gender: Female  Posts: 859 Location: candyland Karma: 7 |  | [ OFFICIAL ] plot « Thread Started on Sept 16, 2007, 7:45pm » | |
This is ten percent luck
Two decades have passed since the reign of the kids at Whisper Hills. Once as tight as pancakes and maple syrup, they have drifted apart, moved to different towns and cities. Teenage lovers have split and friends have been forgotten. Times have changed. The kids from WH have grown up, gotten married... and had kids. There are only two things still binding the members of the old gang: one, all have kept riding and now are world-recognised names in the horse world. Each have become famous at their speciality, and their trusty horses have been with them all the way. And two: each member has had children. Maybe one, maybe two, maybe more, but each has created their own offspring. And each child has talent that others would kill for. The spawn of some of the most famous riders in the country, these kids didn't need luck to get into this school. It was fate.
Twenty percent skill
So, like I mentioned before; each kid is an outstanding rider. They have a way around horses that is only matched by their parents. You simply have to LOOK at them and know they're riders. They started riding before they could walk, and they recieved their very first pony at the age of five. They grew up on large estates with private stables, and rode all day, every day. The only thing that can make them better riders, more skilled and unstoppable, is training at Sycamore Academy.
Fifteen percent concentated power of will
The focus of these students on their sport is phenomenal. Each has their own speciality (that usually matches their parents') and works 24/7 at honing their skills. The classes they take at school include Equine Therapy, History of the Equine, Equine Studies... how to be a vet, studying the parts of the horse. Everything they've ever dreamed of learning, they're learning it here. With top-quality teachers, these kids will grow to smash the riding world apart.
Five percent pleasure
The love of all horses is so thick here, it's choking. There is no need for the question, 'what's your favourite animal?'. So obviously, spending all their time with this beautiful creature, owning their own horse, caring and loving and riding their own horse, is a dream come true. I mean, any school where you have a compulsory pleasure riding period HAS to be heaven on earth, right?
Fifty percent pain
Wrong. Despite appearances, the competition here is on everyone's minds. They are competing to be the best of the best, to be the ultimate in elite. You can't get a better riding academy. This is the ultimate. There IS nothing else. All the riders you have posters of on your bedroom walls walked these same halls, traipsed through these same paddocks. Competitive riding was MADE here. So it's only natural that the kids training here today are going to be the most cutthroat competion you'll ever hope to meet.
And one hundred percent reason to remember the name
Friendships of the past are re-united, old flames are rekindled. The old gang meet again and the relationships start again. But what about their kids? Teenage boys and girls in the same building... love is definitely on the curriculum. Scandals are waiting to be discovered, accidents are waiting to happen. Kids are falling in love all over the place. Kids start to make enemies from their parent's best friends' child. Kids fall in love with their parents' worst enemy's child. Married parents reunite with their highschool sweethearts. The relationships start to tangle, weaving a thick web that's hard to get out of.
This is going to be one year no-one is ever going to forget.
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![[image]](http://i42.tinypic.com/29bos4k.png) Taking everything for granted but we still respect the time We move along with some new passion knowing everything is fine And I would wait and watch the hours fall in a hundred separate lines But I regain repose and wonder how I ended up inside
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