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|:| Chelsea Lynn Scott |:|
Chelsea felt Codie stop and turned to face the womand h=and her mother. Her mother signed stall eight to her and she nodded. She signed thank you back, not feeling like talking anymore because she probably sounded stupid, though she hasn't heard herself talk in the lonest time. Codie nickered back, but began following again when Chelsea began walking. Chelsea's mom nodded "i believe Chelsea will fit right in. She's pretty capable of doing the same thing as the others, i've seen her do it." she said, with a slight laugh. She was thank ful someone knew sign language, and was able to communicate with her, until she learned their speed in speaking and how they said their words so she could read their lips. Chelsea's mom looked at the woman, before turning and watching her daughter walk into the barn. "COdie usually stands very close to her when they are walking or playing in the paddock, i guess he senses something's wrong with her. He's always thought of himself as her protector of sorts. he explained She turned back, and faced the other woman, "My phone number is on those application forms for the camp and on her tack truck, just in case you need to get up with me directly." she said. waiting patiently for the woman's reply.
Emily sighed and lead Codie toward his stall. She pulled his nameplate out of her pocket that she brought from home, and slid it into the nameplate holer on the door of stall #8. She opened the stall door and turned Codie loose to let him explore his new stall. Chelsea hung his halter and lead on the hook besude his stall, and turned on her heels to go get the rest of his things from the Trailer. She grabbed her tack chest immediately, and began wheeling it towards the barn, where she sat it down outside Codie's stall for the time being, until Caroline gave her instructions on where to put it. She sat down, and began thinking about the days ahead and what her team would be like. Would they like her? or would they make fun of her like some people have in the past. She moved her bangs out of her face again and stood up, beginning to walk back out towards her mom and Caroline.
|:| Chelsea Lynn Scott |:|
Chelsea felt Codie stop and turned to face the womand h=and her mother. Her mother signed stall eight to her and she nodded. She signed thank you back, not feeling like talking anymore because she probably sounded stupid, though she hasn't heard herself talk in the lonest time. Codie nickered back, but began following again when Chelsea began walking. Chelsea's mom nodded "i believe Chelsea will fit right in. She's pretty capable of doing the same thing as the others, i've seen her do it." she said, with a slight laugh. She was thank ful someone knew sign language, and was able to communicate with her, until she learned their speed in speaking and how they said their words so she could read their lips. Chelsea's mom looked at the woman, before turning and watching her daughter walk into the barn. "COdie usually stands very close to her when they are walking or playing in the paddock, i guess he senses something's wrong with her. He's always thought of himself as her protector of sorts. he explained She turned back, and faced the other woman, "My phone number is on those application forms for the camp and on her tack truck, just in case you need to get up with me directly." she said. waiting patiently for the woman's reply.
Emily sighed and lead Codie toward his stall. She pulled his nameplate out of her pocket that she brought from home, and slid it into the nameplate holer on the door of stall #8. She opened the stall door and turned Codie loose to let him explore his new stall. Chelsea hung his halter and lead on the hook besude his stall, and turned on her heels to go get the rest of his things from the Trailer. She grabbed her tack chest immediately, and began wheeling it towards the barn, where she sat it down outside Codie's stall for the time being, until Caroline gave her instructions on where to put it. She sat down, and began thinking about the days ahead and what her team would be like. Would they like her? or would they make fun of her like some people have in the past. She moved her bangs out of her face again and stood up, beginning to walk back out towards her mom and Caroline.
