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    I bumped her fist with mine, struggling to swallow the dopey grin playing with the corners of my mouth.
    “Yeah, you totally got this!” Sam chimed in, holding up her fist, and sounding every bit the boarding school girl she hated being. “I almost forgot!” She exclaimed, diving into the oversized messenger bag slung across her body. She dug through the sleeves of paper and text books in her bag, a frown creasing her forehead as she struggled to find what she was looking for.
    Mattie elbowed me in the ribs and we shared a silent laugh. Sam was forever losing things. It had become a running joke with us, but it was just who she was.
    “Here!” She beamed proudly, finally finding the trophy of her quest in an outside pocket of the bag. In her hand she held a small box of sugar cubes, obviously taken from the coffee bar in the cafeteria. “I had a pony when I was little. He loved sugar cubes. I thought you could bribe the beast if all else failed.”
    “Thanks, Sam. That’s really sweet.” A wide grin scrawled across my face as I took the box from her hand. “I didn’t know you rode horses?”
    “I don’t. Getting thrown by a shetland pony was enough to scar me for life. I just loved him from the ground until daddy donated him to a petting zoo for a tax write-off.”
    “What?” Mattie and I both exclaimed at the same time, unable to believe anyone would be heartless enough to take a little girl’s pony.
    “I told you my dad’s a jerk,” Sam shrugged in an unaffected way and looked at her watch. “Mattie, we gotta go. We’ll be late.”
    I hugged them both and we parted ways.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Two 
After The Fall

     

     
    “Whoa!” Sam’s eyes went watermelon-wide when I shuffled through my dorm room door, shoulders slumped in defeat, dragging my book bag behind me. “What happened to you?” She turned from the mirror where she had been applying mascara, her eyes warily tracing me up and down. I sank onto my bed, dragging my hands down my face.
    “Meghan,” I hissed the name as if it burned my throat to utter it. “Meghan happened to me.” Shaking my head in disgust, I flicked a few crusts of dried mud from my forearm. After Mattie’s pep talk, I was determined to prove what a good rider I was. I was given a horse named Diablo to ride. And after an hour’s lesson with the coach, I was certain of earning my place on St. Anne’s team. Until a redheaded witch named Meghan had caused a commotion in the ring that sent Diablo into a bucking fit a bull rider couldn’t have stayed on. When it was all over, Meghan and her minions were roaring with laughter, I was on the ground covered in mud and poor Diablo was tangled in a jump wondering what had attacked him.
    “Red haired Meghan?” Sam tucked her head down to catch my eye as she took a seat on my bed—carefully sitting far enough away to keep her vibrant purple dress clean.
    I nodded my head without looking up from the floor and sighed, more angry than disappointed with myself. Meghan, as it turned out, was not only the nasty redheaded, ring leader of the group of girls who spent their lunch hour talking about me, but also the captain of the equestrian team. Apparently, she was not impressed with my celebrity or my riding skills.
    An opinion I had been determined to change. And if I hadn’t tried to show off and prove to Meghan that I was a better rider than she thought I was, I wouldn’t have been kicking myself for being such an idiot. In the chaotic aftermath of my fall, I had come dangerously close to ruining my carefully constructed world, and I was pretty sure Meghan wasn’t going to let me forget any of it.
    “I really hate Meghan. She’s such a bully. We went to the same boarding school for a while. Steer clear of that girl. She lives to ruin people’s lives,” Sam offered with an awkward pat on my shoulder—the only spot on my right side that wasn’t caked with dirt from the arena