Post by PAIGE TURNER on Feb 19, 2011 1:28:12 GMT -5
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[/b][/color][/font] Paige Turner (No middle name)*
kinda looks like: Jordan Todosey[/font]
TONIGHT I'M FINDING A WAY[/color][/font]
to make the things that you say[/font]
+Age: 19
+Student or Riding Instructor: Student
+Riding Level: Intermediate
+Gender: Female
+Sexuality: Straight
+Student or Riding Instructor: Student
+Riding Level: Intermediate
+Gender: Female
+Sexuality: Straight
JUST A LITTLE LESS OBVOIUS[/color][/font]
i confess, tonight i'm dressed up in gold[/font]
The first time I saw Freakshow, I knew it was meant to be. It was pure fate, I tell you. My father's prize stallion somehow escaped from his pasture one night and found an old jenna down the street. And well.. You know how Jennas are. My father immediately apologized and offered to buy the foal once it was born. The little colt was the best thing that ever came into my life. Once he came, we were practically inseparable.
My father was quite concerned for my attachment to Freakshow. Why, I don't know. But for a while, I had to go to therapy. Not too big of a deal, but it was quiet odd. Kept asking me question about how I felt and why I didn't hang out with people my own age. I just like hanging out with Freakshow and the barn hands more.
Speaking of kids my own age, school was interesting. For a while I went, then my mother finally let me get home-schooled, but that's another story. The kids kept trying to talk to me, all would go well until they said or I said something and they all laugh while I'm still trying to get what's so funny about 'that's what she said.'
After a while, my mother finally caved and let me get home-schooled. I only wanted to be home-schooled so I could actually focus in class. They always went off topic in class. It was ok, but then we had so much homework and then I couldn't spend time with Freakshow.
It took a while to convince my mother, but I finally moved out. My father doesn't really talk to me much and half of me wonders if he has even noticed. I'm ok with this though. We are happy like this. After I moved out though, I simply found a stable to board Freakshow and a place to live. What to do now, I'm not too sure but I'll figure it out as a I go.
YOU'VE GOT ME MESSED UP AND SO[/color][/font]
you talk like you're famous, you're shameless[/font]
hey there. so my name is Gabby. i also play Sam Lettington (coming soon). i happen
to be female and i've blown out 17 candles. if you want to contact me, no
sweat. just PM me! but check me out in action
A random little diddy echoed through the halls as the girl groomed the mule, going over the same spot for about the 20th time now. Freakshow has grown annoyed of being groomed but allows it without complaint. Paige of course probably wouldn't notice anyways.
Many would think a girl like Paige would at least have some friends to hang out with or something to do at home, but the truth was that the girl had a very bad history in the friend-making business. Paige wasn't a bad person, just had a horrible memory and the inability to spot the obvious. (Not recognize them after three months of knowing them normally breaks most friendships.)
Several moments passed of absent-minded grooming before even Paige grew bored of it. She came up with a new way to entertain herself and let Freakshow get a good look at the place. She quickly and hurriedly unclipped the cross ties and clipped his lead line to the side of his halter.
At her usual lazy pace, Paige walked the mule out of the barn's brightly lighted stall and into the eerie dark pastures. Course this didn't seem to both the girl one bit. She simply tied her multicolored hair into a messy pony tail and walked over to the nearest fence with the lead rope over her shoulder and Freakshow following as loyal as ever. Unlike the stereotypes, the mule was quite willing and forwards. Paige often said that they probably just didn't know how to treat a mule. Though if you asked the girl how to treat a mule, she would shrug and say something along the lines of 'Ummm... I don't know.' Course she still never got why people didn't know how to treat a mule after that.
Many would think a girl like Paige would at least have some friends to hang out with or something to do at home, but the truth was that the girl had a very bad history in the friend-making business. Paige wasn't a bad person, just had a horrible memory and the inability to spot the obvious. (Not recognize them after three months of knowing them normally breaks most friendships.)
Several moments passed of absent-minded grooming before even Paige grew bored of it. She came up with a new way to entertain herself and let Freakshow get a good look at the place. She quickly and hurriedly unclipped the cross ties and clipped his lead line to the side of his halter.
At her usual lazy pace, Paige walked the mule out of the barn's brightly lighted stall and into the eerie dark pastures. Course this didn't seem to both the girl one bit. She simply tied her multicolored hair into a messy pony tail and walked over to the nearest fence with the lead rope over her shoulder and Freakshow following as loyal as ever. Unlike the stereotypes, the mule was quite willing and forwards. Paige often said that they probably just didn't know how to treat a mule. Though if you asked the girl how to treat a mule, she would shrug and say something along the lines of 'Ummm... I don't know.' Course she still never got why people didn't know how to treat a mule after that.
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