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PONY CLUB
RIVALS
Showjumpers
STACY GREGG
First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2010
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Source ISBN: 9780007333448
Ebook Edition © SEPTEMBER 2010 ISBN: 9780007412372
Version: 2018-11-27
The Pony Club Rivals series:
1. The Auditions
2. Showjumpers
3. Riding Star
Contents
This book is dedicated with grateful thanks to Stan Govender, John Harman, Keith Barclay, Beverley Sweeten-Smith, Melissa, Lisa and the wonderful team at St Marks
As Georgie Parker stepped aboard the plane, she felt like a total imposter. She was about to enter a world that was far too glamorous for a girl from Little Brampton – a tiny horsey village in the middle of rural Gloucestershire. Up until a couple of months ago when she had first arrived at the Blainford Academy, the closest she’d ever come to being taken anywhere by a boy was when Adrian Baxter had given her a double to the shops on the handlebars of his bike. Now, here she was, being whisked away on a private jet, about to spend the mid-term break with the impossibly gorgeous James Kirkwood.
Try to act casual, Georgie told herself. Pretend you spend all your time on board private jets.
“Sorry we got stuck with the little plane today,” James apologised as he threw their luggage into one of the overhead lockers. “Dad and The Stepmom are using the big one. I guess we’ll have to make do!”
Georgie took in the sleek interior of the jet and couldn’t keep up her act any longer. “Ohmygod, James,” she said as she sat down on one of the enormous white leather seats. “This is totally amazing!”
“Do you want a drink?” James said as he walked to the back of the plane and opened a wall cabinet to reveal a fridge. “There’s lemonade, Coke or juice.”
“Juice, please,” Georgie said. She peered out the window of the plane. The airstrip was located at the back of the school grounds, so from here she had a rear view of the red brick Georgian buildings of the academy. To the right, she could make out the roofline of the stable blocks in the distance, where earlier that morning she’d said a tearful goodbye to Belladonna.
She wouldn’t see her horse
