First we needed to do our research. I couldn’t just invent an equestrian boarding school in another state one morning and expect everyone to believe me. I could be found out in a second if someone Googled it on their phone under their desks in history. We couldn’t believe it when we discovered Lamerton Grammar for Girls. Not only was it interstate, horse crazy and a boarding school, it also had a rural (read: in the middle of nowhere) campus where, according to the website, Year Eight girls went to grow their own food, live without technology, learn to run a farm and excel at horsemanship. Apparently all of this was so that they would ‘build character’. It sounded completely revolting. “Honestly, like, who needs character?” said Sam. She grimaced and then checked the mirror. “I really shouldn’t do that. It’s going to make lines on my face,” she said, smoothing out her cheek. “Look, can you see a wrinkle starting?
