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showing on Sunday.
    Mr. Conner walked out of the center of the arena, standing off to the side. “Start your horses in large circles at a sitting trot,” he said. “After each rotation, make the circle smaller. Before you feel your horse start to strain, stop.”
    Charm and I definitely needed practice with circles, especially on his left side. He was stiff sometimes and the circles helped him stretch and flex.
    I asked Charm to trot and guided him in a large circle. Brit was in the middle of the arena with Heather off to the side. I didn’t let myself focus on Brit or Heather—I had to keep my attention on Charm. We had to get themost of every second of the lesson. Especially with the schooling show so close.
    Charm’s muscles felt loose as we completed our first rotation. I pulled the reins in slightly, guiding him into a circle that was a fraction smaller. As we turned toward the center of the arena, I noted the intensity on Brit’s face and how her gelding seemed so in tune with her. Heather and Aristocrat were also completing a circle that showed off the beautiful Thoroughbred’s movements.
    I tightened the reins a notch and Charm’s circle got smaller. Beneath me, I felt him start to lean a little to the side, but still keep his balance. He’d usually begin to have to work harder to keep a steady pace and even footing after a few more laps. I took him around twice more before I could sense the strain through his back. I let him into a big circle, then changed directions.
    Charm moved much easier this way. He made two more rotations in this direction than he had in the previous.
    Mr. Conner made us do a few more circles, then spirals, before raising his hand and signaling us to move our horses in front of him.
    â€œGreat start,” he said. He looked over to Brit. “I hope that you’ll feel more comfortable with each lesson. Please don’thesitate to come to me or any of my riders if you have questions.”
    â€œThank you,” Brit said.
    â€œHave a good day back at class and see you at our next lesson,” Mr. Conner said.
    Heather, Brit, and I dismounted and Brit followed Heather and me out of the arena and into the aisle.
    Mike and Doug, the other stable groom, met us and smiled.
    â€œWe take care of the horses in the morning,” Mike said to Brit. “Your guy is all yours in the afternoon.”
    â€œThanks so much,” Brit said. She handed her horse’s reins to Mike, and Doug took Charm and Aristocrat. We unsnapped our helmets, starting toward the tack room.
    â€œWhat’d you think?” I asked Brit.
    â€œMr. Conner seems like a great instructor,” Brit said. “I know I’m going to learn a lot from him.”
    â€œYou definitely will,” I said. We entered the tack room and found Julia and Alison inside, dressed in yoga pants and hoodies.
    â€œWhat’re you guys doing here?” Heather asked.
    â€œWe heard there was a new transfer onto the YENT team,” Alison said. Her long sandy-brown hair was wavy and loose around her shoulders.
    â€œYeah,” Julia said. “We wanted to catch some of your lesson, but we overslept.”
    Both girls didn’t even look at Brit—they acted as if she was a regular, even though Canterwood was a fairly small campus.
    â€œHi,” Brit said, stepping forward. She smiled at Julia and Alison. “I’m the new student, Brit.”
    Julia ran a hand through her short blond bob, her eyes widening when she looked at Brit.
    â€œOh,” she said, an edge to her voice. “So
you’re
the YENT transfer?”
    â€œShe just said that,” Heather interrupted. “We need to get back to Orchard before we’re late for class.”
    â€œOrchard?” Brit asked, smiling. “That’s where I live.”
    â€œWalk back with us, then,” Heather said. She turned to me. “Later, Silver.”
    Heather ignored the shocked