Post by MAHKENZIE GARLAND on Nov 12, 2012 3:58:35 GMT -5
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she found a mountain that was far too high and when she found out she couldn't fly, well it was too late. its too late, she's gone too far, she's lost the sun. she's come undone --------
Kenzie was a girl that was not to be messed with, yet she didn't look for trouble. Her mocha eyes were soft and kind, which matched her charming personality. There was a lot to her, yet there was not much at all. Kenzie was flat up country, she was sweet, and she was innocent as hell. Being raised in Georgia had taught her the ropes of being able to have a hard shell. The people there were cold, and judgmental, and from being here, it was seeming like they were the same way, if not worse. Kenzie had been hoping for better from this place, but as time went on, it was simply impossible for her to keep believing that. She could feel those harsh glances on her, judging her and her appearance. She wasn't used to it. her Justin boots, plaid tied over shirt, and her white tank top, with a pair of tight wranglers would have been a turn on back in Georgia, but here, it was like a social suicide. What the hell was she going to do?
Back in Georgia she had been called one of the prettier girls, and one of the more popular girls. back there guys liked the nice country girls, and she was right up there in that category. She was used to being wanted, but she never gave anyone anything. She wouldn't tell you if you asked, but Kenzie was a virgin until just recently, and had since only slept with two men, and only two times. She had intended to wait until she fell in love, but that plan had completely failed. Maybe she was missing out, but she was not going to throw that word around like it was some little tiny thing. love meant a lot to her, and it wasn't something to be messed around with, and she knew that. She wasn't going to be like all those other stupid girls that threw that word around, it was not right.
In Kentucky she was also more comfortable. If there was one thing Kenzie had ever been in love with, that was her horses. She had a major horse farm back in Georgia, but having to move here they had cut back on their stock, only bringing ten, then they would work off of that. She missed all the horses they sold. She had named almost all of them, since they sold the foals. There was one that she missed more than anything; Ima Cool Skippa W. That little colt had her heart, and when he had been loaded up onto that twenty five foot goose neck, her heart had broken. He was her pride and joy, but that was the business. You breed, you train, you sell, and you buy. She knew that too, but it was not like it was easy for her to stomach. That colt had been bottle fed since he was born when his dam abandoned him, and he was hers, and then he was gone. Poor little Cool. She missed him dearly, and she would get him back, she knew she would no matter what she had to do she would get him back. She had to.
All in All, Myrtle Beach wasn't that bad. The weather was always nice, and the Horse Ranch they had bought was top of the line. She had been able to ride everyday and she could feel her calf muscles toning up even more from the work she had to put on her two year old colt. He was a lot of work, and she had been working like crazy on that little man. Course, this was never going to seem like home. The beautiful girl would tell you that straight out, this was never going to be home. She would try and act like it was, but it never would be, it never could be. She wanted it to be, and her family was already settling down real well, with a few new horses, and some to train. Kenzie always put on that beautiful smile to fool her friends, but inside she was dying. She longed for Georgia, but she wouldn't be going back anytime soon. That was another thing that basically killed her. She wanted to be back there so bad with her friends, and her ex Mike, but nope, she was here and single. How freaking sucky?
In all honesty, Kenzie was beginning to forget about Mike. She had fallen for a guy called Trucker. She had honestly thought that just maybe she had loved him, but she had cheated. And she had cheated him of his right to be her first. Of course, he had found out, and left her. Why wouldn't he? Since then she had found herself roaming; just trying to find distractions to keep her mind off of him, but the second she was alone, she found herself missing him more and more. So the gym it was. Kenzie slowly entered the gym. There was one thing Kenzie looked forward too;running. She enjoyed to run, it seemed to get her mind off of everything that was wrong in her life. Normally, she shoved a pair of earbuds in her ears, and listened to her music. She normally became a focal point of eyes around her, yet she never truly understood why. Again, there came her humble attitude. The girl was absolutely amazingly gorgeous, but she didn't think there was any way in hell she could get her hands on him, so she knew she had to play nice, and play friends. She held her hot pink gym bag in her hand as she moved in with a pair of holed up wranglers that fit her perfectly with her pink tony lama boots, and her oversize pink gemmed belt and buckle. Her hair fell down her shoulders in straight waves to just below her chest, and her eyes were lined with black, and lips tainted pink.
Kenzie re-emerged from the changing room, glancing around quickly before finding herself on a treadmill. Placing the buds into her ears she sighed slightly. Was it weird that she was craving someone to take her mind off of Trucker? and It seemed the only way to do so was to sleep with someone. Noah, she knew was busy today, so that took him out. Travis... Who really knew about him since he wasn't talking to her. She knew that if she hung around here long enough she could probably find someone to at least con into being friends with her for the day... Maybe that would suffice her need for some sort of attention. Kenzie wasn't clingy, nor was she normally needy, but she had found herself needing distractions... some sort of distraction. only time would tell if she would find this or not.
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Hiya, this just so happened to be 1141 words. I made this for Mel and her lovely character Trent Her outfit is here. And my muse is decent as of right now. My notes are that I hope you like it. The end.