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Date Posted: Thursday, September 16, 11:28:19pm
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's message, "Writer's Block 393+" on Friday, September 03, 03:32:46pm
“You both can put your feet in front of the other and get moving away from that mess hall,” Nikita’s voice was strong and loud as she led a strong path away from the mess hall. Oak rolled his shoulders back and stopped. “Nikita… we were wrong. We know that.”
“Do you?” Nikita whirled around as she was furious. “Those are girls in there trying to have a good time… instead they get to watch two adults act worse than kindergarten kids sometimes act like when they don’t want to share toys!”
“I don’t think we were being that bad, Nikita. We were having a discussion,” Oak spoke out dully as he stepped forward and folded his hands in front of his waist.
“Don’t you ever learn how to shut up?” Carla asked as she turned and looked at him. “Let her lecture us and we’ll move on. Preferably further away from each other.”
“Oh no…. oh no…” Nikita shook her head from side to side. “You two are not going to just decide not to work with each other. You have to work together. That’s what the adults in this camp have to provide for the girls… an example of how it means to work together even if you can’t stand each other. You are to give them a fantasy role model… and the time of their lives…”
Carla started to walk as Nikita moved to the right and then she turned her course and stared at the mess hall. “That is sacred ground in there. No fighting!”
Oak tilted his head to the side. This wasn’t Nikita. “Are you ok, Nikita?”
“How can you ask me that question?” Nikita shouted even as some girls were coming out of the mess hall. “I’m not ok with adults acting like children… and not getting over the petty little facts…”
“Oak just wants to have a say in how I run the stable…” Carla huffed as she shook her head to the side. “If he could just let me be with how I do things.”
“Just because you are in charge of the stable doesn’t mean that it is your way or no way. You should be open for ideas and suggestions. Hell, you should take the advice of someone who has spent a lot of time in this camp and getting to know the horses,” Nikita shook her head as she placed her hands on her hips. “And Oak… you need to get help.”
“Help?” Oak’s voice cracked.
“I know that you are upset that Hunter left… I know that you haven’t been able to talk to him as much as you want… so take some time away… go visit him up in Toronto. Work things out or break up… but you can’t take out your anger at Hunter leaving on poor Carla here who did nothing to you other than take a job that she was offered… a job that you decided was not meant for you because you may want to be flexible with your schedule…” Nikita ranted as she stopped and then pulled her hair back quickly. “Grow up, man!”
Oak felt like he had been suckered punched. He had told Nikita things about how he was feeling and now she was sharing them because of what he had done in the mess hall. Never had he seen Nikita do that to anyone. It hurt. It stung. It wasn’t Nikita.
“You should know not to bring your personal life to work,” Carla rolled her eyes as she grinned at Oak. She thought that she was not being found at fault – she didn’t know how wrong she was.
“Oh, you can get off of your little perch and look around and see that no one is on a perch around here,” Nikita wagged at finger at Carla. She paused and swiped at her eyes and frowned. “You have been pushing his buttons since the moment you met him… it’s your way of trying to show that you are in charge and he isn’t in charge. You will always say no to his suggestions because you don’t want to have to take anyone’s suggestions… and it’s ridiculous!”
Carla actually stepped back as Nikita’s voice was so loud. She looked at Oak and was surprised when he actually stepped closer towards her. He lightly shook his head from side to side and Carla didn’t know if that meant that she shouldn’t talk or if that meant that Nikita was wrong with what she was saying.
But it didn’t matter, the words stung to hear.
“And I don’t know where you got the thought that the girls like to groom horses and play dressage games… I did dressage in school… but it wasn’t what I liked about horses. But it was the way that I got to be with the horses… it’s a boring, boring thing… what matters is getting out on the trail… riding… galloping… that’s what the girls got their parents to pay money to send them here to do,” Nikita shook her head from side to side as her voice cracked. “If I sent my child to camp to ride horses… and found that they were stuck grooming… I’d want to smack the instructor upside of her head.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Samuelle,” Carla whispered gently as she dropped her head. “I’ll change things.”
“And you’ll find a way to work with Oak… because this weekend… neither of you are leaving this camp… you are punished,” Nikita declared as she slapped her hands together with a loud clap. “You fought at lunch… so you get punished like kids.”
“You suggested that I go see Hunter,” Oak stated and Nikita snapped her head around to narrow her eyes at him. “I suggest you take your punishment, Oak.”
Oak lifted his hands in response. He had to hear Nikita out. She was so upset right now, but Oak still had a thought that something else was going on. He just couldn’t quite get it.
“You both are going to prime and paint the entire fence of the riding ring… pristine white… make it look like new… and no spray cans or other fancy gadgets like that… with a paint brush and a paint bucket… and no other help…” Nikita declared as she shoved her hands into her pockets. She turned and looked at Carla. “And stop riding Ladybird and Nixon. You are doing it to just spite Oak and I don’t like spiteful people.”
“Look at this,” Nikita pointed out to the mess hall to the mass of girls who were standing there gawking at them. “You caused all of this… you go apologize to them all… and stay away from me. You both sicken me right now.”
Nikita stomped away in the direction towards her apartment and Oak turned to look at Carla. She was shocked and she was stuck right there. Oak swallowed hard a few times and shook his head. “That isn’t the way that Nikita normally is.”
“She is going to fire me,” Carla rasped as she rolled her shoulders back as Michael pulled onto the road in front of the mess hall and stepped out of the truck. He shoved his cell phone into his pocket and it was very clear to Oak that someone had called Michael. He had been out doing some business related to the new house and it was clear that he had rushed back here.
He was mobbed by the girls and clearly they were telling him what they had seen and heard. Oak shoved his hands into his own pockets and trudged towards Michael with Carla trailing behind him.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t send you out here right now,” Michael tersely spoke, but with a gentle voice since he was around the girls.
Oak looked around and walked a few steps away. Michael motioned for the girls to stay where they were so he could talk to Oak. Michael walked over and Oak looked out towards the stable. “Maybe you should get rid of me… but I think you should worry about Nikita. That isn’t who Nikita is… I’ve never seen her be… insensitive… spouting out secrets that I told her… that isn’t her.”
Michael pondered the thought and tabbed Oak’s arm. “I’m not going to fire you.”
Michael tossed him the keys to the truck as he turned and jogged off towards where Nikita had gone.
“Truce?” Carla asked with a shaking voice.
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