I yawned and stretched before climbing out of bed. “Quinn,” a voice rang out.
“Coming mom,” I put on jeans and a T-shirt, then brushed my teeth hurriedly. “Come eat breakfast my girl,” my mom said. “Oh, good news. I got you into horse riding lessons at Heartsong.”
“Yes!” I cried. “Thank you!” Heartsong Equestrian center was a small riding school around 20 minutes from where we lived in Beaufort, South Carolina. I had gone there for horse camp when I was 7; around 4 ½ years ago. “When do I start?” I asked excitedly.
“This Saturday,” she replied with a smile.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I exclaimed, hugging her.
“You’re most welcome,” my mom said. “If you are done, breakfast, why don’t you get in the car? I’ll be right there.l
“Ok!” I ran to tell my dad goodbye and rushed out of the door. On the way to school, I was happy as could be. We picked up my friend Abby who lives a couple of blocks away for carpool and I was a complete chatterbox. “My mom got me into riding lessons! It’s at this place called Heartsong. I went there for camp a while ago and it’s amazing! It has tons of stalls and-” I babbled until Abby cut me off with a laugh.
“Yeah, I was there, remember?” She grinned.
“Oh yeah!” I paused, just thinking about that moment. The good ol’ days. Before, well, everything. The pandemic. COVID 19.
“You guys probably could get out here, don’t you think?” My mom’s voice snapped me back to the present. Sure enough, the car line was almost at the end. “Sure, we replied.”
“Hope Owen and Jacquelyn feel better,” I said as I got out of the car. My siblings were at home with a fever.
“They will, love you!” My mom called while I shut the door. I made the Spider-Man sign with my hand. For our family it meant I LOVE YOU. She smiled through the window.
As I got my stuff out of locker 151, my stomach twinged just a little. But still, that was enough to trigger it. Panic coursed through my head and into my stomach. I ran to my homeroom class.
“Mrs. Ritchie?” I struggled to keep my voice calm.
“Good morning, I didn’t see you come in!” My teacher said.
“Hi, um, I’m having a bit of anxiety, could I go see Mrs. Williams?”
“Oh of course. I’ll let her know you are coming.”
“Thanks,” I walked out of the room slowly but as soon as I got out of the classroom I broke into a run. I ran out of the middle school building and into the elementary. As I got to the counselor's office, I peeked inside. Mrs. Williams was sitting at her desk.
(I have the rest of the story, but it’s not typed yet. It’s in a notebook at home and rn I’m at school…)
Good? Medium? Not good? Quinn is based on me. I have anxiety about getting sick and throwing up since COVID but yeah hope u liked it so farrrrr
