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[harlow donovan]

Harlow fought the wind as she shuffled toward to main barn. Since when was it windy in Laudeville? The dirt from the pasture had begun to kick up, causing the air to look cloudy and dirty. She held her bangs out of her face, attempting to see clear enough to make it into the barn without falling on her face. Although it looked as if no one was around, if she fell down, someone would pop out of nowhere to witness her moment of imperfection. That's how it always seemed to be, even in the most desolate places. Just a few more steps.., she thought as she watched her feet. She almost sighed in relief once she reached the door, glad that she had overcome the treacherous journey. She pulled on the large wooden door that lead to the barn, leaning all of her weight back as she heaved it open. The hinges screeched with age as the interior of the old barn came into view. She shut the door behind her as she entered the walkway, her steps echoing off of the stone floor. She immediately pulled her dark brunette hair back into a messy ponytail, leaving her bangs to hang in her face. Much better.


She'd only been in the barn once before, only to put Shaye away after her arrival. Even though it was old, and looked as if it would fall to the ground during even the tiniest earthquake, she was already in love with it. The smells, the sounds, and the memories that it brought back were all things that Harlow loved. This place alone could take her back to places in her mind that she cherished, and had almost forgotten about . She approached the stall of her horse, who was also her other half. Harlow had been Shaye's owner since she was only fourteen, and without Shaye...she was pretty sure that she couldn't function. Her dad had spent a fortune on her horse, and she believed that Shaye was worth every penny. She wasn't surprised to see Shayes head hanging over the stall door, there to greet her. "Hey pretty girl.., Harlow cooed as she placed her hand on Shaye's cheek and kissed her soft muzzle. "Ready to go?", she asked as she took Shaye's halter from the hook next to her stall. She slipped it over her head and attached the lead line to the bottom. She couldn't stop smiling, not only because she was with Shaye, but also because she believed there was hope for her here.

She lead Shaye out into the courtyard, thankful that the wind had died down. Although riding was horrible in the rain, it was just as bad on a really windy day. There was still a light breeze, but the sun was out...which was really all that mattered. She tied Shaye to one of the sturdy poles, and retrieved a brush from the tack room. Her intention was to ride Shaye sooner or later, but for right now she wasn't in the mood. Tacking up took too much energy, and she had none. She placed the brush on Shaye's smooth coat, and began to stroke gently as her mind wandered.

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[` carter alyssa westwood]

I'll post with one of my characters. You choose. None are single, really. xD Carter Westwood, Ashley Westwood, Mason Chaplin, Isabella Upshaw, or Paxton Bold. (:

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[harlow donovan]

haha. how about Ashley? Cuz you mentioned that theyd be good best friends. Is that alright?

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[ashleywestwood]

ashley ,

i'm a dizzy mess and everything is so above me
from the floor i found the life i lead today

Emmy, the lovely mare that I'd ridden in the 2009-2010 Equestrian Team tryouts, seemed extra lazy today. I walked into her stall only to find her standing and sleeping, knees locked, head to the ground, hay poking into her nostrils. The golden straws flickered everytime she exhaled. Emmy always found a way to make me laugh. It was a rather windy day, but unlike most other riders, I didn't have to worry about my horse spooking in the occurence of something blowing by. Empress had frequently been labeled 'bombproof'. I wasn't sure if the term was possible in horses, but the gray mare made it seem so. Since she seemed so relaxed, I decided to let her nap a little longer. I'd been a little emotional today, anyhow. I wasn't sure if I was ready to go for a ride, and for once, all I wanted to do was think. Even if that didn't bring up any answers.

The subject of my worry was Junior Fountaine, the guy I'd had a crush on for a little more than a month now. I know it didn't seem like a long time, but I'd been iffy about him for a year or so. It was almost like I'd been crushing for thirteen months. Not that it mattered anyway. June wasn't about to come knocking at my door, asking if I'd like to go out. And it was all because I was in fact, not crushing, but in love with him. And when we'd kissed, one fateful month ago, I'd run away because I was scared of commitment. I'd thought it was the guy that was supposed to feel that way. Yet I'd made a hit-and-run move, and hadn't spoken to him since. He wouldn't answer my text messages or phone calls, he didn't make eye contact at school. I didn't know what else to do. Passing through the barn aisle and out to the courtyard, I sat down on a haybale under the gray windy day. The cobblestones almost matched the sky. I heard hoofsteps clicking over them and fought back the urge I'd felt to cry. No need to lose it in front of somebody. Entering the courtyard was an immaculately dressed girl, the kind of person I hadn't seen since I visited New York. She wore skinny jeans, boots, and a vintage t-shirt. Not that I'd ever wear the outfit, but I appreciated her style. It seemed like everyone here was an emo kid, or an Abercrombie-holic like my sister. I like your boots. I called from my haybale, head in hands, elbows on my knees. I wore skinny jeans too, a light wash with small rips in the thighs and knees. They ended over studded gladiator sandals that I was going to switch out for Gucci paddock boots in the tack room. My shirt was flowy and teal, the sleeves fluttering, the cut babydoll, gold thread embellishing the hem. It was close-cut at my waist and chest, but floated away everywhere else, and fluttered in the wind. My hair hung to the side in a curly side-pony, a glittering butterfly embellishing the hair tie. Of course, I'd taken time to think up the outfit that would be getting dirty within moments.

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[harlow donovan]

Harlow was lost in thought as she brushed Shaye's coat. She was known for zoning out. Back in Orange County, her little sister would always tease her about it. It was a little odd sometimes, when Preston would walk in, and she'd be staring at TV when it was off. But she didn't know cause she was zoned out, thinking about some guy, or some drama that was happening at school. One of her english teachers actually asked her what planet she went to when she did that. Awkwarddd. For the moment, Harlow's thoughts were on a boy. She'd only seen him once before...he seemed really popular around here. He also seemed very taken. She hated the fact that before she moved...she'd had it all. The guy..the popularity..the grades..and the best parties around. Now she was a nobody and had to start all over again. All she had to do was hang out with the right crowd, because friends were everything around here, it seemed. If you have the right friends, you get the right guy, and you're in on the best parties. None of it is done alone. It's all in the clique.

She wasn't exactly sure how long she'd been thinking, or how many times she'd gone over her poor horse's coat. Shaye was probably extremely bored and questioning her owner's sanity. She wasn't aware of anyone else in the courtyard, which is why she was so startled to hear a voice call out to her from the other site of the courtyard. I like your boots..., it said. She spun around to face her direction. It was just some girl, sitting on a haybale. She was blonde, and looked a little over dressed to be in a courtyard full of horses. Not that Harlow cared...it seemed that everyone here did that. She glanced down at her boots, trying to remember where she got them. She was almost positive that they were designer..., but she wasn' t about to take them off and study them. She just flashed the girl a smile, "Thanks!" She set the brush down and headed toward the girl. How long had she been there? Hopefully not long enough to question her sanity as well. She sat down a few haybales away from the girl. She was in desperate need of a conversation. "I'm Harlow."

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[ashleywestwood]

ashley ,

i'm a dizzy mess and everything is so above me
from the floor i found the life i lead today

The girl seemed a little hare-brained at the moment, but I didn't mind. Clothes rank above all in a socialites world. Clothes, and connections. I shifted a little in my haybale, focusing my attention on her. 'Harlow, huh? Can I call you Harl?' I mused, looking up at the sky, a slight wind blowing down from the heavens and fluttering my blonde curls. I looked at the cobblestones, then up at my new acquaintance. 'So I hear you've got your eyes on my friend, Paxton? I don't mean to be forward, I'm just ... very curious.' I grinned, a girlish giggle escaping my glossy lips after. I licked them slightly as my brown eyes looked away. They tasted of sugary vanilla, sweet and tempting. I'd subconciously been hoping I'd run into Junior at the barn today and we could make up, but to no avail. Ah, well. A new friend couldn't be all that bad. I crossed my legs, the one signal I always flashed when I was being bitchy and I knew it. Not that I was being rude to her, but I liked to be capriciously obnoxious, it was what I did best. 'I'm Ashley by the way. It's good to finally meet someone I can talk to.' I grinned, regaining my composure with my winning smile. I'd be a dead girl if I didn't have those teeth, always working me out of tricky situations...

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[harlow donovan]

"Can I call you Harl?", the girl asked. Harlow considered this. Most people called her Har...or Harlow. Harl was one she'd never heard before. It kinda reminded her of a guys name....but then again..her little sister's name was Preston. She figured Harl sounded all right, she'd make it work for her. "Yeah sure. That's a new one." What the girl said next was completely unexpected and a little unsettling. How the hell did this chick know that she liked Paxton? Was that his name? She hoped they were talking about the same person. She didn't recall telling anyone, because she had absolutely no one to tell. Whatever went on at this school, was a little scary. Now..she wasn't even sure if she could trust this chick. Would she tell everyone if she told her the truth? Was she a friend or an enemy? Whatever she was, it was hard to tell. This girl was quite complicated to read, for she showed hardly any emotion. "Paxton? The blonde? Um yeah. I...guess I do. He's your friend?" Harlow decided to take the friendly route, and just tell her. Everyone knew anyway. And besides...this could work out in her favor...she had connections.

After a few awkward moments, the girl introduced herself. Ashley. It seemed to suit her. Ashley seemed like the name of a blonde, popular prep. In a good way of course. She attempted to return the friendly smile, her stomach still churning at the thought of Paxton finding out that she liked him. Although Harlow was beautiful, she had zero self esteem. Any rejection made her feel hopeless or ugly. It was something was she trying to work on. "Oh yeah. Same here. You have no idea..." she said with a slight laugh. She was about to go crazy from having nobody to talk to.

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[ashleywestwood]

ashley ,

i'm a dizzy mess and everything is so above me
from the floor i found the life i lead today

I nodded, smiling, as she gave me permission to use the nickname. I thought it was cute, and though I didn't really know her well enough to be giving her one, I didn't honestly care. Harl sounded like a guy's name, but one of those trendy new things girls used as their surnames, spreading them across the perfumed, crowded rooms of Abercrombie and Fitch or better, Nordstrom. It might not have worked for my favorite shopping venue, Dooney and Bourke, where the girls were named pretty things like Estella and Isabella. God damn that little goth Junior girl that owned the name. What did she have to cry about anyway? I'd seen her wearing a Prada dress out by the bus stop on Thames street the other day on the steps of the Berlington Benefit House Museum.

Why my new acquaintance was so surprised that I knew who she liked, I didn't know. 'Of course. Who else?' I smiled, proud of myself. It'd always been easy for me to tell who liked who and this was just another case of the butterflies in another girl's stomach. Not like I'd ever be stupid enough to fall for a boy. I'd tried that with Junior Fountaine once and look where it's gotten me. I'd thought to shop at a shithole like Victoria's Secret just to impress him, even though I knew I preferred Cosabella. Guys seemed not to care about the pricetag on things but only how trashy and slutty a girl could look. Not that I blamed them. It's not like any of the guys at Berlington could afford or deserve me. Don't worry about it too much though, hun. I know who everyone likes. I smiled, my teeth glimmering in the afternoon sun. And... we're a little close, but I wouldn't call us besties or anything. I shrugged. I might be able to set you up, however, if you're nice. I giggled, happy to finally have a female friend that I could discuss this with. How long had it been since I'd played matchmaker?! The last time I could remember was the first party of the freshman year, when little Willie Weller was trying to get his first guy-on-guy kiss with Mason Chaplin. And now the boy was in love with a Miss Cassie Hills, I heard.

Not everyone is as lucky as I am.


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