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black North Face jacket, and began leading Rocco in large circles.
    Khloe and I stepped away from the arena and toward the stable.
    â€œLooks like we’ve got another newbie,” I said.
    A dark look passed over Khloe’s face. “Yippee,” she said flatly. “There are so many of them, if we get any more I won’t be able to keep them straight.”
    â€œHey.” I elbowed Khloe lightly. “Don’t worry about Carina. You saw five minutes of her riding. You don’t know that she’s some superstar dressage rider who’s swooping in to steal the spotlight.”
    â€œYou sure?” Khloe asked.
    â€œNo, but she is very likely a foreign exchange student who’s here to learn about our culture and customs and ride while she’s here. She must be a good rider to get in, but it doesn’t mean she’ll make the advanced team. Plus, she’s an exchange student. She won’t be here next year.”
    That made Khloe’s face brighten. “You’re right! Even if she’s the school’s best rider in history, she has to go home to Sweden at the end of the year.”
    I nodded. “Exactly. But we’re still going to Google her.”
    We walked down the short gravel path and stepped onto the rubbed-matted concrete stable floor. I peered inside the stalls, and horses were in every color blanket—red, blue, black, plaid.
    I followed Khloe to the tack room, and we lifted our saddles from the rack and placed them over our arms. Ourbrides hung from our shoulders. Fluffy, clean saddle pads were fished out of the bin and put on top of our saddles.
    â€œSee you in fifteen out front?” I asked.
    â€œPerf.”
    We split up, and as I made my way toward the end of the aisle, I saw Lexa had just arrived too. She was bent over her strawberry roan mare Honor’s tack trunk, looking for something.
    â€œHey,” I said.
    â€œHey!” Lexa straightened, smiling. “I’m so excited about our ride, but not about the weather.” Lexa had dressed like me—layers and a red bomber coat. She had black ear warmers over her ears.
    â€œAgreed! If it’s going to be this cold, it may as well snow and make everything pretty. Right?”
    Lexa bobbed her head. “Totes. Instead we get brown grass, naked trees, and dead leaves. Ugly.”
    Whisper must have heard my voice. My mare stuck her head over the stall door, craning her neck toward me.
    â€œHi, baby!” I said. I disentangled myself from her tack and reached up to give her a hug and a kiss on the muzzle. Whisper was wrapped up tight in a hot-pink blanket. I scratched under her chin for a few minutes, and she started flapping her bottom lip like a fish. I giggled.
    â€œHey, Lex?” I walked to my roommate’s stall. She was inside with the door open.
    â€œYeah?” Lexa was undoing Honor’s purple blanket. The mare looked stunning in that color.
    â€œYou think we should drape blankets over their hindquarters? Or do you think it’s warm enough for them since they’ll be moving?”
    Lexa bit her bottom lip. “Good question. I actually could go either way. Want to ask Mr. Conner?”
    â€œI’d feel better if we did. That way we’re not worried about them getting cold.”
    Lexa let herself out of Honor’s stall and latched it securely.
    â€œWe’ll be right back, ladies,” I told them.
    Lexa and I walked to Mr. Conner’s office. There was no telling if he’d even be there or not, but it was the best first place to look for him.
    We passed the giant whiteboard in front of his office. I always read the messages. One caught my attention: Sasha Silver & Callie Harper—see me Mon after class. Eeep. I crossed my fingers for Sasha’s sake that she wasn’t in trouble. I’d heard Callie’s name before. I was pretty sure she was one of Sasha’s group. “Sasha & Co.” was what everyone