CARLY ANN BOYD

[CARLY ANN BOYD]

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[/b][/color][/font]CARLY ANN BOYD*


kinda looks like: Taylor Swift[/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: advanced
+Gender: female
+Sexuality: straight

JUST A LITTLE LESS OBVOIUS[/color][/font]
i confess, tonight i'm dressed up in gold[/font]

Carly was born to Boyd family on April 25th. Her family was the owner of small breeding farm in northern Kentucky, so naturally she was around horses her entire life. She began riding at the age of 2 and had a small pony named Polly at the age of 5. It was Polly, the small Welsh Pony mare who taught Emily the basics of riding: how to control the horse, how to stay on, how to clean it etc. Carly and Polly went to local shows, entering all the classes possible and Carly got a taste of competition early, and loved it. Carly's parents were managing the farm, raising a family and Carly was happy, life was easy for all of them.

When Carly turned 12, a few ponies later, her parents surprised her with a Thoroughbred, one that had been raised and trained on their farm, their horse, their bloodlines. After getting Johnny Angel from her parents, Carly began entering higher level competitions, with higher jumps and higher stakes. Pretty soon she was traveling all over the state , and showing very well may I add, as a teenager on Johnny. As she began into her mid-late teens, things at school weren't as well. Her grades were slowly start to drop from A's to C's till eventually she didn't even care, all the talks with the school counselor meant nothing. Nothing they could say would convince her she had a career in school. She never got along with the other girls who only cared about how good they looked, or how many boyfriends they had, until she met Josh. Josh was 18, cute, into horses, but mostly into her. She began to spend more time with him, compete where he did, and spend less time in school. Eventually, she decided to just drop out, she had nothing there and had no reasons to stay, or care for that matter. Leaving her parents devastated, she packed her things and moved in with Josh. After a few months of the high life with Carly, all the nights they were together making love, if you could even call it that, all the so called happiness, he began to care less, he won the girl, time for a new challenge. He slowly stopped talking to her, stopped acknowledging her, and left her a ghost in that small apartment.

After a few more months, a few long hard thoughts, she moved on. Without the courage to face her parents just yet, she moved out of the place she once called home and left the first boy she ever loved. She found a small apartment north of Lexington, picked up what she had left of her life and began riding again. After being approached by a few judges and trainers, telling her she had talent and should think about a more serious career in riding, she decided to look into it. After finding out Gemara through a few shows, she decided to enroll herself and see if she had what it took...


YOU'VE GOT ME MESSED UP AND SO[/color][/font]
you talk like you're famous, you're shameless[/font]

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Troy slowly shut off the ignition to the his old Chevy truck. Without getting out of the truck, he looked around the grounds of the farm. It was definitely a high class place, that looked like it put out stars. Hoping he wasn't too late to get a chance in the indoor arena, he quickly jumped out of the door and walked over the the client barn. As he walked down the aisle and called to Mister, he heard nothing. That's funny he thought. Slightly worried, he picked up his pace. As he rounded the corner however, he saw that the gelding had been too concentrated on digging the last morsels of grain out of his bucket, that had probably been devoured hours ago during the morning feeding. He chuckled quietly under his breath and grabbed the soft, supple brown leather halter. The halter had been a gift from his grandfather back in Butler, who had purchased it with a nameplate that said "Mister Trouble" on it, and told him the best of luck. At the thought of his Grandfather, Troy stopped and thought of all the great memories he had with him. All the years of playing catch and watching old movies. He had taken it for granted then but now missed him deeply. He made a mental note to visit him sometime. He was probably very lonely, especially with Grandma gone. Troy gently slid the large stall door open and slipped the halter over Mister's nose and received a gentle nudge to hurry up when he fumbled with the crown piece. He clipped the green lead onto his halter and led him out the stall door and put him in the cross ties. He walked over to the small trunk and gathered his things that he needed to groom Mister, and started with the curry comb and worked it over his coat. After all the hours of currying and care, Mister's coat gleamed, just like every other horse in the stable. He gently ran the rest of the brushes over Mister, smoothing his already smooth coat. He grabbed the splint boots and stuck those on, careful to put them on correctly to avoid injuries. He grabbed the small white saddlepad and gently put it on the gelding's back. He knew what was coming and gently pawed the ground. He was ready to get out and stretch his legs. Troy slid the saddle and did the girth up. He poked Mister on his side and hear a small exhale, as if the horse was saying "Fine." Troy smiled and went to grab his bridle from the tack room...


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