Bit 3 Chapter III - Horses

The clock was fifteen minutes to noon and the other staff members started clambering inside, joking, despite the miserable weather.

“Hey, Sye!” one of the staff members called out suddenly. Erika turned her radar ears on for Simon’s voice.

“Hey, what’s up?”

Eeeeeek! Erika nearly squealed out loud. It’s him! She quickly found herself a job that would take her out into the open. She marched out of that kitchen door like the boss! Head held high and smile on with an armful of napkins to top up each table.

She made her way quickly over to Simon’s table and grabbed the napkin holder, filling it up with more napkins.

“Oh, hey Erika,” a cocky voice reached her ears.

Erika looked up, unenthused. “Joel.”

Joel was sitting beside Simon at the table, looking incredibly smug. “Hey, Sye, my kids were hoping they could go riding today if the weather stays cleared. You wanna come?”

“Sure, what time’s your trail ride?”

“Around three.”

“Cool. We’ll be there.”

“Awesome!” Joel turned to Erika, an evil gleam in his eye. “What about you, Erika? I know how much you love horses! Want to come with us?”

Horses? Erika was floored. I hate horses! He knows I hate-! Oh… that sneaky little-! He wants me to show Simon what a coward I am! Oh, that’s clever!

Erika looked up and smiled as nicely as she could, “sure. I’d love to. What time? Three? I’m on my break then. I’ll be there!” I’m totally screwed…!

“Great!” Simon grinned happily, “it’ll be fun!”

“Yeah…! Sure….”

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Three o’ clock came too slowly for Joel’s liking.

I can’t wait to see how much of a fool the “fearless” Erika Tarr will make of herself once she mounts a horse! Didn’t she once describe them as…“Insolent beasts that were out to destroy her!” Or… something like that! Joel grinned to himself and then laughed manically, disturbing his campers until there was a large bubble of space between them and him.

Simon soon came along with all of his campers and they all waited patiently at the barn.

She’d better come, Joel checked his watch again. It’s already three ten.

“Hey! Here she comes!” Simon announced.

Joel looked up to see Erika making her way like a snail towards them, her feet practically dragging behind her. “Hey!” he shouted, “hurry it up, slow-poke! I’ve met turtles that move faster than you!”

“Oh, put a cork in it, will you?!” Erika shouted back, hating Joel, hating horses, hating the whole situation. Her eyes returned to the sidewalk in front of her. This is… it for me!

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