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The sun wasn't even over the horizon yet as the red-headed twins marched from their house toward the lavish stables. Rob and Jenna were finishing up breakfast, and James was already out the door to get to school. The Fitch Family Farm could house up to 50 horses, but they didn't have near that many at this point in time.

Katie walked up to her paint stallion and nuzzled him slightly. She had work she needed to get done today, a lot of work. Her barrel racing competition was coming up this next weekend, and the more training and work she could get done with her black and white steed, the better. "Heya boy…" She whispered to the horse, "… how's my Sir Paint?" Yes, that was what she had named him when she got him as a young foal. She wasn't all that creative, at least not with names for the animals. The stallion snorted at her and she could only shake her head as she walked into the tack room to grab his halter and a few brushes to dust him off.

Emily had walked to the complete opposite end of the stables, softly brushing her hand along any equine that would stick his or her head out of the stall. She was definitely better with animals in general; she just had a soft spot for them. It didn't matter how big or how small or even what kind of animal, she cared for them. When she reached the last stall she could see her giant Friesian stallion, who was looking right at her. The younger twin's lips curled into a bit of a smile and she hugged his jet black neck. "How you doing, handsome?" she coo'd into his neck. Thunder, as he had been named, was completely black, without even a star on his forehead. "You ready to get a bit of a work out?" His entire head nodded up and down, which caused a giggle from the red head to erupt from between her lips.

The younger Fitch twin had a different way of getting her horse ready for a ride in the mornings, instead of putting on the halter and leading him out to brush him and get him ready, she would simply grab the tools she needed and open the door. Emily had spent long hours with Thunder, and he obeyed her with no questions asked. The stallion walked out and stood proud in front of his small rider. The two were quite a pair. They didn't look as if they should have been put together with Emily being so short and Thunder being so tall, but when they were moving as one, there wasn't anything so beautiful to watch. Ems brushed along his smooth coat, making sure to untangle any knots in the small amount of feathering around his hooves. The last thing she did was clean out the bottom of his feet, making sure there weren't any rocks or any other foreign shards that could hurt him. Emily set down the tools on a chair in the corner before walking out toward the arena, with Thunder following obediently behind her without even a single piece of tack on.

Katie had since gotten Sir Paint out and was giving him a good brush off and picked his feet out as well. She moved back into the tack room and grabbed the western style saddle and pad and put them on, tightening the cinch. The older twin wasn't as great around animals; maybe she was too cocky and self-centered to be. She picked up the stallion's halter and slipped the bit in his mouth before pulling it up behind his ears and connecting the chin strap. Katie led her horse out to the arena that was set up to work on barrel racing. She glanced over to the adjacent arena that was completely empty, except for her twin with a massive black stallion walking behind her like he was a lost puppy. She shook her head and laughed as she took a few laps around the arena, checking to make sure Sir Paint was feeling well and ready for a workout before mounting and getting to work.

With the black equine following her around, she began to jog, which caused Thunder to go into a light trot. She moved around in figure-eight's, and he followed. It looked a bit like the two were playing follow the leader. Emily walked to the corner of the arena and pushed the power button on the stereo that was hooked up to speakers all around the arena. Classical music began to play and with the aid of the metal fence, she mounted her steed bareback. The red head was going to be at the same place as Katie was this weekend, except they'd be competing in different competitions of course.

Where Katie's discipline was barrel racing, Emily's was dressage. The younger Fitch often did these exercises with Thunder, building trust and non-verbal communication. She had worked with him since before she had hit her teen years, and he knew exactly what she wanted him to do with just a nudge of her feet or the positioning of her body atop his strong back. Emily put her arms straight out to her sides, and just used her legs to let the Friesian know what he was suppose to do and where to go. They were fluid together, as if they were dancing on a ballroom dance floor.

The blond was in trouble, again. To say she had made some bad choices in her life would have been the understatement of the year. It wasn't necessarily that Naomi was a 'bad girl', but she just didn't handle things like everyone else. She was unhappy and because of that she would bark at anyone who came near. Relationships in her life were almost non-existent. Sure, she had a few friends she'd met at college, but wasn't entirely close with any of them. Even with her lack of relationships, Naomi never had a problem finding someone to fuck. She just had to take a pill or two and get pissed at a club and she'd wake up the next morning in some strange guy's house naked. Thankfully she never tried to take any of her conquests home, or else her mother would have skinned her alive. Her mum wasn't bad though, basically let her do whatever she wanted as long as she came home at some point during the night, and didn't invite strangers inside without her first meeting them… especially if they were guys.

Even with all the trouble she got into, she still managed to get decent grades at college. The blond was very intelligent, but as most of her teachers would bring to her attention, she didn't 'apply herself'. Naomi would just laugh whenever she heard this. She did care about her marks, but not enough to give up her life of partying to get straight A's.

Her fingers were tapping softly on her notebook while she was in her Politics class, not paying attention to a single thing that was being said by the man at the front of the room. She felt something being shoved over her shoulder and noticed a piece of paper, a note, now sitting on her desk. She snickered silently to herself as she opened it up.

"Remember we're going to that thing this weekend, you know… to look at the horses!? We'll have a wizza good time."

It was Pandora's writing, and she could almost hear the girl whispering it into her ear. Underneath the first sentence was another sentence, and she could tell that it was Effy who had scribbled down her own note.

"Don't worry, I'll bring some pills."

Naomi nearly started laughing out loud and the moment the teacher turned around she turned around to nod at both girls with a smirk on her face. The note was tucked inside her bag and she started to count down the minutes until the class, and the day, would be over.

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