Don't worry, I'm fine. [open] Dec 4, 2012 13:54:42 GMT -5
Post by Chloe❥ on Dec 4, 2012 13:54:42 GMT -5
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TELL ME WHAT YOU FIND[style=width: 200px; float: right; background: transparent; text-align; justify; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:5px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px #111111; line-height: 80%;]the good old days, the honest man, the restless heart, the promised land, a subtle kiss that no one sees, a broken wrist and a big trapeze. oh well I don't mind, if you don't mind 'cause I don't shine if you don't shine.
WHEN YOU READ MY MIND
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NOTES: not much mojo
NOTES: not much mojo
I should have never started a new school, with some of the top riders in the United State, in winter. I wouldn't be able to show off any of my cute mini skirts until spring! Now, I was going to have to stick with my skinny jeans and who knows what's going to come into style. King, my warmblood stallion started throwing his head up, flaring his nostrils at the first horse he had seen. "Come on sweetie, they won't bother you I promise." I mumbled stroking his muscular neck, trying to comfort him. King turned his soft brown eyes on me, he was just as nervous as me. Smiling a bit I motioned for my driver to go, sure It felt a bit strange for someone other than my parents to drop me off at a school that was going to help me with my career, but I didn't mind. I knew how busy my parents are, and I knew that they loved me.
After walking King into his stall, I started heading for the Tack Room, to see if all of my tack and grooming supplies had made it in. I had decided to ship it in the day before, just to make sure I wouldn't have to carry the heave box in from my tailer. Plus I wanted to be the one to put King into his stall. Our names had been carved into a golden plate on King's stall door. I found it very fit for him, and me of course. The stable was a gorgeous place with stalls lining both sides. The horses were no acceptation, each one was groomed beautifully thanks to the stable hands I had read about in the Canterwood Crest pamphlet. Making my way into the Tack Room, I spied my name written on a box next to someone's western saddle. Surprised a bit, I studies the saddle, I hadn't expected someone to ride western at Canterwood. Here they had the YENT riders, who would ride western when some of the best riders were here? It seemed extremely silly. Turning around I started for Kings stall, only to find someone bump into me. I kept myself from scrunching my nose up at the person before I saw them.[/style][/style][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
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