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[Cheyenne Kings}]

CHEYENNE! STOLE YOUR HEART;

They call me Chey (or Hannah) and I've shot for the moon 15 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM or email.
Ktxbi.

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» There Goes my Hero;

THe birth certificate reads Cheyenne Marie Kingery (Kings)
But Everyone Calls Me Chey
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 20 years
The say I Am The stable manager
Ive Been Told I Look Like Sarah Lancaster

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» Rock and Roll, Baby.;

I am so tall 5'5"
And I Weigh 133
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced In my ears only
They always say I look like Cheyenne is quite pretty, even though she doesn't put my store in it. She stands about average height and weight, although some dare to call her short. Chey is fit, strong, and never afraid to get her hands dirty. A true horsewoman you might say. She's pretty simple, and her attire goes to prove the horsewoman theory. Most days jeans and a t-shirt will do, but she has been know to pull of a more formal look with style.

Her skin complexion is fair, her cheeks naturally a tint of rose. If you look closely you can see a thin spray of freckles flicked across her nose, more visible after sending time in the sun. Her light hazel eyes are surrounded with thick eyelashes that outline her eyes perfectly to where eyeliner is not a necessity. Chey's ubrurn hair is thick and wavy, hanging just past her shoulder and is naturally highlighted from the sun. Her smile is something to behold; some describe it as angelic, vibrant... but she won't believe you if you tell her that.

Chey is all around beautiful, balanced out with delicate features yet stronger aspects as well. She isn't exactly curvy, but not really bulky either. Just built. Chey is well proportioned, and her chest, limbs, and body all even out nicely. Like everyone, she has flaws and she's not perfect, but she is beautiful; inside and out.

This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Her smile, her eyes.

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» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;

I Adore Horses, trail riding, being outdoors, reading, country music, her truck, chocolate, grilled cheese, coffee
I Abhor Crowds, snobs, tomatoes, cake, smoking, loud music, spiders, rain
I Rock Working with horses, keeping her emotions hidden (when she has to), being a friend, keeping things under control
I Suck Staying calm in stressful situations that involve herself, dancing, drinking, being in crowds
I Do Cracks knuckles, bites nails, blushes easily
I Want To settled down and have a family with the man she loves (he knows who he is), to help grow Pinewood into a 5 star stable
I Fear Being alone, failing, being rejected, the dark, driving without a seat belt, simi-trucks
I Shut up Got drunk once (a whole bottle of wine), blames herself for her mother's death
I am Chey is a very caring person. She helps whoever she can, and once she has made a friend, they're a friend for life. She's pretty easy to get along with; actually, she's very easy to get along with. Her list of enemies aren't very long and sometimes her unwavering friendliness catches people off guard. Yes, she be very shy at times, but once you get to know her she's pretty outgoing. She's not one to go straight up to a random person and introduce herself, but she's always up for a pleasant conversation.

Chey's known as a calming influence, and can stay pretty level headed in stressful situations. Now, when it comes to her own past however, it's a different story. It's almost as if her younger self come back and takes over, making her overly vulnerable. For those who have seen her breakdowns, that analogy is quite real. Chey is a generally happy person who loves to be herself. She's hardworking, intelligent, and professional, although she does know how to have fun; once the work is done. She is somewhat unorganized, yet she is very particular about certain things (blame the OCD for that). It's quite strange really.

Chey keeps a pretty good balance of things in her life, although some say she should stand up for herself more; she's a total pushover and hates to have enemies. She's a good listener, and is always there for her friends. She doesn't like to talk too much about herself, and hates to have attention drawn to her. Chey is deftly loyal, and although she's a pushover in her own life, she'll stand up for friends whatever the cost. She has learned to be content with what she has, and doesn't really ask too much from life. She's a pretty simple young woman and all she really wants or need out of life is her horse, her friends, and someone who loves her. All in all Chey's a good person who just loves to make other people happy.

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» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;

I Came From
Michelle Kingery - mother - deceased
Jonathon Kingery - father - 44
I Share My Dna With
Channing Kingery - brother - 15
I Come From Atlanta Georgia
But I Live Here Now West Virginia
This Is Who I was Cheyenne Marie Kingery was born into the loving home of Jonathon and Michelle Kingery on August 12th, 1988. She led a pretty normal life. Her parents owned a small stable, so she grew up around horses and loved them since a young age. Her parents loved each other, and everything seemed to be fine, right? But on that fateful day, when Chey was 15, everything came a crashing halt. She was in the car with her mother, and of course she was arguing. It was raining hard, and they were on their way to pick up her brother from a friend's house.

It all happened in an instant. Her mother was so distracted with the argument that he didn't see the semi truck that was barreling down the road towards the family's small sedan. No one's really sure exactly what happened, but Chey never forgot the sound of the impact, spinning uncontrollably on the wet pavement before flipping, one, two, three, four, times and ramming into that tree. It was horrific to say the least. They told her that her mother didn't suffer. That she died on impact. But of course that was no comfort. It took her months to recover from the crash, but years to even begin getting over it. To this day the images of the mangled car still haunt her memories. Scarred for life you might say.

After that, her and her father's relationship was never the same. He secretly blamed her for the accident, and ultimately for his wife's death, although he would never admit it aloud. But Chey knew. He didn't want her around any more. She reminded him too much of her, and it was her fault that she was dead anyway, right? Chey was thrown into depression after she got home from the hospital, even giving up horses. It was just too painful to be around them. There were too many memories. After all, they used to be her mother's passion. Chey's father sold their property, including all their horses, and moved to West Virginia.

As Chey went through highschool, her father pushed her farther and farther away, and she couldn't take it anymore. The week after she graduated she moved out. And that's the last she's heard of her father. She began a job search immediately, and that's how she found Pinewood. As she began to work there, she realized how much she missed horses. Chey was a hard worker, and quickly moved her way up the ranks, taking over being the Stable Manager by age 18. Now, if we discussed her love life, we'd run out of space, so we'll just say this: she's had her heart broken once before, and we'll leave it at that. And that's where she's at now.

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» This Heart It Beats;

I Lust Men
I Love Maturity
I Loathe Showing off
Maybe I loved Parker Jackson
Maybe I Didnt Sebastian Kings

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» This Is How We'll Dance;

I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome



Cheyenne

&& with these broken wings I'm fallin'
And all I see is you;
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It wasn’t long before the ambulance and police came to where Chey sat in her truck, still sobbing and calling his name. Yes, she must have looked rather shaken up. And that wasn’t too far from the truth; of course, it wasn’t really about the near-accident she had just avoided either. It all seemed so trivial right now, even the small stream of blood that trickled down her cheek, mingling with the tears. She was able to pull herself together enough to answer the paramedic’s carefully asked questions, no doubt questioning her sanity. ”Are you hurt?” She barely heard someone call through the thick haze that clouded her mind. The question confused her for a second and she almost nodded; of course she was, but then she realized that they meant physical. She shook her head slowly, numbly, still unable to make herself speak. In fact, it took all her energy just to stop the tears that burned behind her eyes.

She must not have convinced them, for she felt them pull her carefully from he truck cab and into the ambulance. She continued to nod and shake her head to their questions, just wanting them to go away. She almost wished she would have flipped the truck and hit that tree. Then it would be over, right? She shuddered at the thought. Since when was she suicidal? She didn’t even notice the rain until now, stepping out of the ambulance as they released her. They really had no choice, as she refused any treatment. As far as she saw it, she deserved whatever pain came to her. The cold rain pelted her now, soaking her to the bone and causing her hair and clothing to stick to her skin. She shivered. But suddenly she didn’t care about the cold, or the pain... because he was there. For a second she didn’t believe her eyes... how hard had she hit her head? She shook her head furiously, trying to clear the vision, but yet there he stood, just like a perfect dream. Or an angel. Maybe she was dead...

Her heart raced and she swallowed hard against her raw throat, trying to stop the tears that now twisted down her face along with the rain. Now nothing else mattered, not Parker, not the fact that she couldn’t have him... Her decision was made, whether he wanted her or not. She had to get to him, to apologize, before he left again. That’s the least she could give him. She couldn’t live without herself if she didn’t, and she couldn’t live without him; now she was sure of it. He had to know. She moved a few steps towards him, almost afraid that he would disappear if she moved to quickly. ”Sebastian” She murmured, the rain echoing in her ears almost drowning her own voice out. She struggled for her next breathe, her lungs screaming as the impact of hitting the steering wheel finally took effect. Her head still throbbed and things were beginning to slowly fade, darkening around the edges. She blinked, struggling to keep her eyes on Sebastian as she took another desperate step forward and stretched her hand weakly out towards him. But it was finally too much for her. Before she knew what was happening, she felt the impact of the slick road against her head, then everything slipped into darkness.
”I’m so sorry”
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Thanks Isa for helping =]

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