We hopped in the truck and I smiled at Meg, the groom who was driving us to our new school. I shivered in excitement when I thought the name. Quentin Academy.

"Everyone ready?" Meg called. All four of us cheered in the backseat and the truck's engine purred to a start and we eased forward.

The driveway from Benton Stables cut off onto a peaceful road that wound through a small forest in California. We were going to Washington to stay until late November, when we would come back for Thanksgiving. I was excited to get to Washington. To tell you the truth, I hate the sun. I was happy that I was going to live in a cool state where it rained. The whole trip in a car would take about eighteen hours, but a friend of my Mom's had a plane that would pick us up in Sacramento. It had room for the horses, and he was doing it for a low price, so we were all happy about that. That meant that it would be more like five to six hours.

"Bailey, wake up." I groaned and opened my eyes so that they were little slits. My mom was standing above me with Meg and they were trying to bribe me with coffee and a slice of chocolate chip pumpkin bread. I sat up and looked out the window of the airplane. The sky was dark with clouds and I pressed my face closer to the window, hoping it was raining.

"How're the horses?" I asked in between bites of the succulent bread.

"Fire's good. Lavender is scared but Scott is calming her down." I nodded and winced as I burnt my tongue on the coffee.

"Okay. Is everyone waiting for me?" I looked around the plane and saw that all the other riders had left. Their luggage was gone.

"Yeah. Now get moving before the trailer leaves." I stuffed the rest of the bread in my mouth and leapt up, grabbed my luggage, and walked down the aisle.

Outside sat a black truck, engine running, waiting for me to get in. I climbed in the back seat and shut the door with a thud. I felt the tires begin to move us forward and soon the airport was behind us. My eyes were met with the city of Seattle and then it changed to the country after an hour or so. It continued raining all the way until the truck stopped before a pair of gates. Sensing a car was there, they opened by themselves and let us through. That was when it hit me. This was my new home for the next year, and maybe longer. I could feel my heart beating through my black V-neck and took a calming breath. In a few hours, I would be alone in Washington.