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I wish you luck

"Beautiful morning...Come on, wake up..." Ma entered the room silently and woke her up by kissing her forehead softly.
"Ally? Liven up! Dublin Power is waiting for you, and Timberhill and Irish Coffee, and all the others. You've got a lot to do today...Ahm...we've got a lot to do!"
With one bounce Ally left her bed, she was excited. Today was her big day, the first jumping show for her Irish horses, for the young ones!
"Is Kitty..." Ally asked at the double.
"Yeah, of course...She is with Baby Shane and Jess. And she is preparing the car for convey. Now, come on, get dressed." Ally's mother left the room, the strawberry-blonde followed. Quickly she ate something and left for the nearby stables. Whens he closed the door she could see Islay, a young Friesen-stallion, and the black-coloured horse neighed with it's loud voice. Promptly the heads of all the horses and ponies out on the paddock came up. Ally chuckled. This was a very nice picture. The blond girl rushed over to the young black stallion and cuddles it.
"Allyson!!! Where the hell are you!!!" This voice belonged to her sister, Kathryn. She ran across the court without looking left or right. The same for Barny, he scurried and sprinted, not recognising the girl at it's left. Allyson screamed, but it was too late. Kitty fell to the ground with a hard bump. She cursed but not for a long time, Barny gave her a tiny kiss right up on the nose. Then he strolled away seeing Claudia coming round the corner. Claudia was one of Ally's best friends, she had an own horse, named Casey. She wanted to come with them to the show to help and to get more experience in that way. She wasn't ready to take part in performing an own dressage or jumping, but she trained and focussed to do that stuff in the next months. And she hoped to be successful. For Allyson there wasn't and important point to let others know how good she was, just how good her horses were.
"Ally...come on...ya lazy girl..." She had that terrible Leeds-accent, and she was damn proud of it.
"Soz boz!" Ally answered in the same tone. She tried hard to keep her laughter but when she saw Kitty starting splitting her sides she couldn't hold back. The two girls broke into hilarity, joined by Claudia, although she didn't know what was going on.
"Watch your mouth..." Kathryn snorted while wiping away cheerful tears. "C'mon, girly, get ready..." Kitty shoved her towards the house.
Claudia waved at them: "Go away and have your breakfast, I'll manage it!" And dashed to the stables to clean the boxes after she let the horses have their food.

"Hello, this is Allyson Martin and I'm not in, so do your thang, BEEP!...Nah, I'm just kidding!" bbbbbbbbbbeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppp.
"Tch, hi Ally, this is Mark...You really need to change this message. I just wanted to say hello and all the best for your show today...Hum...yeah, dunno what else to say...bye and see ya, hun!"
Ally jumped to get the call but it was already too late. Mark had hung up. He had called her hun...was it just because of Shane who used to call her that way? She didn't know, but stopped thinking about it because she was still hugry. She strolled back to the kitchen and sat down to have another piece of this yummy tasty bread. But somehow she wondered why Mark had phoned. This was unusual, he had never called her up before.
"Ally!" Claudia poked in. "Everything's ready! We can go!" She twitched and fidgeted till the other girl finished eating. When they went out of the house Barny came across the paddock and barked at some geese. The girls giggled, but for Ally it wasn't an easy laugh. She was kinda strained, it was too exciting.

Soon the horses were in the carrier. Dublin Power, her youngest Tinker-stallion caused some trouble, he jumped right onto Ally's feet. But the whole thing was a big success. he young horses did their best and Allyson was damn proud of them. She made place 1 with all of her Tinkers, and decided to party her victory. Kitty brought some bottles of Champaign and some sandwiches with her. Soom the entire family plus Claudia drank from that sparkling wine and they didn't hear the cell-phone buzzing on and on.

On their way back home they chanted a dozen of familiar songs. It was the time of the European Championship, and because Ally and her family were crazy England-fans they sang: "Football's coming home, is coming home, is coming home, is coming home, is coming!" and the English hymn. Ally squealed when she had heard that England had lost against Portugal, although Steve McManaman and Paul Scholes had achieved a goal. But Figo, Rui Costa and Nuno Gomes were better. But this was just one play out of three, and she fervently hoped that they would manage to win in th end, to get into the quarter-finals.
The cell-phone rang again. It was Shane. He asked how the show was and Ally told him. When she ended the call she saw the message from Mark. He hadn't said anything but had waited a few seconds before he had hung up. Ally wondered again, but still couldn't figure out why he was calling her.