You are woken up by the doorbell ringing. You stir to life, listening to your parents thunder up the stairs and give you a letter. you take the letter and peel it open. the thin, spidery writing reads:
Wicker Ranch,
Oak Park,
California
Dear Sir/Madam,
you have been requested to join the Wicker Ranch Equestrian centre. We have field, tack room full of tack and Stable, along with a room ready for you.
Please prepare as it begins on the first day of May.
Yours sincerely,
Katie West,
Owner of Wicker Ranch.
You nod excitedly at your parents. The next day, you arrive at the centre. "Hey." a blonde girl walks up to you, pulling a tall mare behind her. "I'm Katie West, the owner of the ranch." She leads you to a large stable, with sawdust, a water bucket and a hay net. she then gestures to a tack room. "Your room is up there." she smiles, pointing to a window in the barn house. And with that, she saddles her mare and trots off.
