Bonus Prompt- Homecoming

As I pull into the barns drive way I see my group of friends awaiting the arrival of my makeover horse. They all seem worried as hear the screams and pawing coming from my trailer.

"Amira?  you sure you picked the right one? And Yknow, safe." My friend Emily says as she pulls her dark curls back into a ponytail. I roll my eyes at her with a half smile.

"Em, I did and she is safe!" I reassure her as I unlatch my trailers door. There stands the mare I picked up, eyes wide and sweat dripped down her. I reach out to her and try to calm her before unloading. Once she was calm I walked her slowly off the trailer.

"Amria! She's huge! How many hands is she?" Alexis asked, though I laugh being every horse is tall compared to her 5ft figure and her 15.2 horse.

"I actually don't know, doesn't even have a name, just 6491 is what she's known as" I smile looking at the sunset colored mare. She begins to figet and prance around. I took her around the barn to show her where she is now, then put her in a feild with Emily's horse Promsie. As the tall mare walks over to the pale spottted horse they sniff each other. 

"well, I guess they liked eachother" Emily laughs watching the two mares sniff and cuddle one another. I join in her laughter watching my summer project get along with a horse who basically hates everyone but Em. Our laughter soon stops when we hear a voice who makes us want to pull our hair out. Cecliy Scott. The barns designated rich spoiled girl. 

"Huh, this is a new low, even for you." Cecliy scoffs and walks with a sway in her hips. Em doesn't even try and walks away, yeah thanks a lot.

"Cecliy want do you want." I ask harshly. She turns to me, her arms crossed tight around her.

"Amria, you're RICH like me, why must you buy knockoff horses and hang with those people", Cecliy asks looking at 6491 then back at me, "I mean does that thing even have a name?" She looks back at me now. 

"No." I huff out, wanting to get out of this situation. Before I could speak I watch a lump of mush get flung at her face. I look over to see Promise playing with her mush, and looking like she was proud of what she's done. Cecliy wipes the green mush off her face and turns to Promsie. She scoffs then storms off.

"Thank you." I laugh as I pet Promsie, avoiding the mush on her face.