told you we’d been having extra practice.” Ben grinned as he and Max scooped up two more points.
“It’s all right for you,” Stella groaned at him, “you came second. Now you’re bound to have made the team.”
“Oh, Stella! You’ll get in. You got third and you did brilliantly at the games,” Kate tried to reassure her.
But Stella shook her head. “Don’t! I don’t want to jinx it. Avery said he would be posting the final team lineup at the end of the day. Let’s not talk about it until then!”
“Stellas right. There’s nothing we can do now so let’s go and have afternoon tea,” Issie suggested. “Meet you back at the picnic blanket?”
The girls all agreed that this was a good idea and they decided to ask Morgan too—after Issie told them the story of what happened with Natasha.
But when Issie rode over to ask Morgan to come and join them, Araminta couldn’t have been less enthusiastic. “I hope you don’t mind, Isadora, but I’d prefer to give Morgan a bit of extra schooling after Black Jack’s performance in the ring today,” she replied coolly.
“Oh, Mum, we’re all done for the day! Can’t I just go and unsaddle and get a drink and hang out with Issie and her friends?” Morgan pleaded.
Araminta fixed her with a steely glare. “I think you need to work on your position, Morgan. There was no excuse for that refusal.” She turned to look at Issie and her frown unfurrowed a little. “I’m sorry, Isadora,” she said, “Morgan is busy for the rest of the day. That is final.”
“Wow. It sounds like Araminta is pretty tough on Morgan,” Stella said as Issie told her what had happened. They were lying on the tartan rug and munching the bacon and egg pie and some more sponge cake that clever Mrs Brown had kept back from lunch.
“Araminta is super-competitive. I guess she really wants Morgan to win.” Issie shrugged.
Still, Issie knew what Stella meant. Poor Morgan had looked so desperate to go and hang out with Issie and her friends instead of training for a change.
While Issie and Stella had been lying on the picnic blanket finishing off the bacon and egg pie, Kate had been in the clubroom. She emerged, running towards them with a piece of paper gripped tightly in her right hand.
“Ohmygod!” she said. “You are not going to believe it.” Her face was stiff and miserable.
“What?” Issie and Stella cried out together.
“I’ve got the team list results,” Kate said. She looked deadly serious now. “And, well…they’re terrible. None of us have made the team.”
Stella’s horror at being left out of the team quickly turned to anger. “What? I can’t believe it!” she squawked. “I have ridden better today than I ever did in my life! I won all the games! I have loads of points!” Her cheeks flushed hot pink against her red curls. “Issie? I can’t believe it! Issie?”
She looked at Issie, who had a smirk on her face, and then back at Kate, who, incredibly, was also smiling.
“I can’t believe you fell for it!” Kate laughed. “Of course you made the team, Stella! We all made it!”
Stella gaped open-mouthed like a goldfish at her friends and her eyes grew wide with disbelief as it dawned on her that the whole thing had been a trick.
Then she sputtered and gasped and finally broke out into a huge grin too, and the girls all hugged and squealed, falling down finally on to the picnic blanket with a case of hysterical giggles. Kate opened up the team list and they all sat there and looked at it for ages just to make sure that it was really true. There it was in black and white. They had made the team.
There were eight names on the list. It read in alphabetical order, which meant, Issie noted proudly, that her name came first.
Chevalier Point Interclub Gold Shield Team:
Isadora Brown
Dan Halliday
Kate Knight
Ben MacIntosh
Stella Tarrant
Annabel Willets
Reserves:
Morgan Chatswood-Smith
Natasha Tucker
“Do Dan and Ben know that they’ve made the team too?” Stella said.
She heard a loud whoop behind her and saw the two boys running across the paddock towards them. “I think that’s a yes!” Kate laughed.
That afternoon, Avery gathered his new team together in the clubroom. “Well done, all of you!” he said. “But I hope you realise that making the team means hard work. I’m going to be scheduling in extra training sessions each week from now until the Interclub.”
He turned to Morgan and Natasha. “I expect to see both of the team reserves at training too. If, for any reason, one of our team can’t compete, then I’ll be calling on you to ride in their place. You need to be ready.”
Natasha rolled her eyes and leaned over to whisper dramatically to Morgan, “I don’t see why we should turn up if we don’t actually get to ride at the competition.”
Issie overheard her say, “Especially when some people only make the team because they are Avery’s special pet!” Then she turned to Issie and gave her a smirk. “Isn’t that right, Isadora?”
“Don’t worry about Stuck-up Tucker,” Stella said to Issie afterwards. “She’s just got it in for you because she didn’t make the team.”
Kate agreed, “Natasha spent a fortune on her pony. It’s, like, just because she’s rich she thinks she should automatically be chosen.”
“But why is it always me she picks on?” Issie sighed.
“Are you kidding?” Stella grinned. “It’s so obvious that she is jealous of you, Issie. She’s never recovered from the time you beat her at the one-day event.”
Even Natasha’s cattiness couldn’t crush Issie’s good mood. She had made the team. That night, as a celebration, Mrs Brown made Issie’s favourite dinner—cottage pie with minted peas and chocolate ice cream for dessert.
Afterwards, Issie lay on her bed, still in her jodhpurs, feeling too tired and stiff to take them off and change into her pyjamas. She was just thinking that this was possibly one of the best days she had ever had when
