Believe It Or Not: Hunter Classic

*beep beep beep* ugggggh. Lisa groaned, rolling over to slam her alarm off. Slowly, she pushed herself upright into a sitting position. Through heavy eyes she glanced at the clock, 4am it read. She threw off the covers and slid out of bed. Then shuffled into the hotel bathroom and dressed herself. 

The sun hadn't even begun to rise yet as she stepped outside the hotel doors. She hopped into her white pickup, inserting her favorite CD. She drove in silence, her nerves were starting to act up. As she followed the GPS's directions she could feel butterflies gathering in her stomach. 

After about ten minutes she arrived at White Lark Creek. "Wow," she exhaled--admiring the show grounds. As she shut her car off she checked the text from her trainer, telling her where they were stabled. She tossed her garment bag over her shoulder, grabbing her tall boots with the other arm. 

Turning down their isle, she could see Wrig's head poking out of a stall. As she got there, she set down her things. Greeting the other riders, she gave Wriggly a big pat on the neck. He nudged her--looking for treats. Letting out a giggle, the butterflies in her stomach seemed to escape as well. 

Horse: Believe It Or Not

Class: Hunter Classic

Rider: Lisa, 19

Show: First Annual White Lark Classic