Post by Sonja Stokes on Dec 19, 2012 19:47:01 GMT -6
After eleven and a half hours of driving, Sonja Stokes had arrived at her final destination, Blue Ridge Academy. She was about seven hundred miles from her home, Yonkers, New York, and about five-thousand from her birthplace, Cologne, Germany. Kentucky, for what she has seen thus far, looks nothing like New York, or anywhere else in the world, for that matter. It had sprawling acres upon acres of grass, farms everywhere scattered for horses, and beautiful architecture.
As she drove up the driveway to her new home, Blue Ridge Academy, a feeling of relief fell upon her. Her dream was coming true -- to be surrounded by horse lovers, and to attend a prestigious boarding school, in both scholastics and equestrianism. Her father parked their car, outside the Main Office. As a family, Sonja, her mother, her father, and her younger brother walked through the doorway, and into the room. They all sat down in the waiting room, and quietly discussed how different everything is from the concrete jungle of Kentucky. Sonja was somewhat used to horse country, as she spent the majority of the past 4 years in and out of Saratoga's racing scene with her father. Her gelding, Henry, arrived about 4 hours ago to the academy. As soon as she got her room situated, and she said her farewells to her family, she would head straight out to the barn to find her gelding.
She had been notified about a week prior that her room arrangement is room D09 in the White Ribbon House. She doesn't know any other information, besides her schedule. Just from hearing people talk in Kentucky, from gas stations and such, she could tell she was going to be different -- her New York accent was something she figured would get her some notoriety.
