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[hayleywilliams]

Hayley will start a Riot.

Hayley yawned as she hoped out of bed, smiling slightly. She didn’t want to wake Charlie to wake up, and didn’t want to wake Chuck up either. Hayley couldn’t believe in a few months she would be a wife. The girl who took heroine, the girl who had a three year old son. Hayley was going to be a wife. She smiled sweetly heading to her closet. Although her style of dressing usually was her trade mark, Hayley wasn’t going to dress how she normally would. Oh no, that was far out of the question. Hayley wasn’t sure why her normal appeal of yellow and neon colored skinny jeans didn’t appeal to her this morning. She shook her head, hardly believing what she was about to where.Her plain white top, had been gradually replaced with a white and black striped shirt, and layered onto the shirt was a soft long sleeve plain white top. Hayley looked like she was going to church. The boxers she had slept in, and been replaced with tan skinny jeans.

She headed over to where her shoes could be found, and didn’t even take a glance before grabbing black flats. Hayley snuck into the bathroom. Despite the difference, she wouldn’t leave without some makeup on. Hayley looked in the mirror and examined herself. She wasn’t to sure about her new hair cut, however. It looked a bit layered for Hayley’s liking, and it had given Hayley bangs. She wasn’t used to “long” hair, and yes Hayley considered her hair to be long if it touched her shoulders. She stood far away from the neon bright colors, and went with something more neutral. She applied her brown, eye shadow as well as her original black eyeliner and figured it was enough to go visit her horses. She felt sorry for not informing Charlie, that she would be leaving her son here for the day, but she doubted he would mind.

Hayley, satisfied with her make up job went downstairs. She grabbed herself a coke, and decided to take her trail blazer. Hayley reached into the drawer, and saw where she had hid the drugs she was avoiding for the past two weeks. They where only there in case of a deadly withdraw, and even then Hayley would take barely enough to get her high. She decided to not look at them as she shut the drawer, and grabbed her keys heading out the door. When she arrived at the stable, she made sure to lock the orange Trail Blazer and head to the barn. She saw Chuck, the stable hand start to tack up her Arabian Stallion, Riot. Hayley jogged up to the twelve year old boy, and almost laughed when she saw his face. He had been riding Riot for Hayley, but today wasn’t his day to ride. Hayley dug ten dollars out of her pocket, and handed it to Cody.

His eyes opened wide, as she spoke. “Cody, I’m going to ride him today. Here’s some money for tacking up, especially with his western saddle. Cody smiled at Hayley. “Thanks, Hay. I needed ten dollars for this video game I was saving up for. I’ve been working on jumping logs with Riot, he’s wonderful. Even in the western saddle.” Hayley watched the excited little boy run off. She gathered the horses reins in her hand, and hoped on his back. Riot was a flashy horse, sure many considered him a show stopper, but many had disapproved Hayley’s idea of making him a western horse. Hayley kicked him into a jog, until she entered the jumping arena.

[ * Re-used from ages ago * ]

[brook]

(Hayley I hope you don't mind if i psot here with brooke im bored of Selena and i needed to get brooke active.If you wanted someone else to reply ill delete my reply if you want)




Brooke awoke from the sound of her mad great danes thundering through her house. Sitting up she saw both dos wagging their tail happily.She brushed her soft black hair out of her eyes and stepped out of bed.She felt sick to her stomach as she grabbed a blue and red tube top and some jeans out of the closet.It felt as if two years had past by the time she got her hair up in pig tails.She slobbed some mascara and eyeliner on.After she got dressed she ran down stairs.

The great danes followed her snapping at her heels.That was the only problem with her dogs they hated when you ran.Both of their small brains register running as "playing".Brooke grabbed her keys to the small black stostice as she walked outside.Having the sun shine onto her eyes she squinted.Brooke opened the car door to the smell of heavy perfume and the new car smell.She ducked and inserted the key into the slot.She closed her door and drove away from her house.

She pulled up to the stable and parked.She stepped out of the car with her riding boots on.She yawned aloud.Brooke walked down the isle to Patch's stall.The one eyed saddlebred stallion perked his head up.Brooke smiled to him.
"Hey boy", she cooed to him stroking above his right eye.She opened to stall door to hook his green and pink stripped halter to cross ties in his stall.She walked slowly to the tack room and grabbed her work bridle and jumping saddle with a green saddle pad.She threw the tack up on the tall 16.3 hand stallion and bridled him with ease.She walked him to the jumping ring without holding on to his reins.

Patch followed her.She watched the other rider already in the jumping arena.Brooke pulled down her stirrups and hopped on.While she gathered her reins she noticed how fat she was.Brooke wasn't actually fat she always though she was though.She only weighted about 103 or 104 pounds.She pat Patch's neck and made him walk on but stayed out of the other riders way.

[hayleywilliams]

The horse entered the arena with such excitement, as he held his head high up in the air. He was such a proud horse, and seemed to care very little of what Hayley asked Riot to do. He picked up most of that from his rider however. Hayley kicked Riot into a small lope, as the horses’ smooth gate pleased Hayley very much so – that a small smile formed on her face. Hayley always enjoyed riding horses, but never admitted it. Who wanted to be the horse nerd? Certainly not Hayley. Today she was care-free and that didn’t matter to her in the least bit.

Riot seemed to pick up on Hayley’s deep thinking, and tried to brake into a gallop. This woke Hayley up, and human nature immediately told Hayley to pull back on his reins. He whinnied angrily, and after a few more tugs he slowed to a walk. The girl wiped a drop of sweat from her face, and sighed. That broke her good mood. She shook head disapprovingly at the horse – whose coat shined so brightly at the moment, it could have blinded an innocent passerby. She encouraged her horse to lope again – taking the outside ring. After a few pushes he gave in, and gave Hayley a nearly flawless gait.

Riot seemed to pick up on Hayley’s deep thinking, and tried to brake into a gallop. This woke Hayley up, and human nature immediately told Hayley to pull back on his reins. He whinnied angrily, and after a few more tugs he slowed to a walk. The girl wiped a drop of sweat from her face, and sighed. That broke her good mood. She shook head disapprovingly at the horse – whose coat shined so brightly at the moment, it could have blinded an innocent passerby. She encouraged her horse to lope again – taking the outside ring. After a few pushes he gave in, and gave Hayley a nearly flawless gait.

She felt her horse slowing down, and Hayley made him continue with his run. He wasn’t going to get away with spooking like that anymore, even if it maybe wasn’t his fault. Luckily she managed to get her horse into a nice smooth walk when she spotted another girl in the ring, with her. Hayley, being very observant noticed the girl’s tube top. She’d owned one which looked similar to that one, years ago when she was into that sort of thing. But because she felt the need to dress so differently, she avoided that type of appearl.

Hayley gave a innocent smile, and walked Riot next to the girl’s horse. “Hi, I’m Hayley.” She said blushing at her southern accent. She was born and raised in TN, and wouldn’t have had it any other way. “Your horse is very pretty there, ma’am. So are you.”

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[brook]

Patch wasn't the type of horse who tried to bolt out of no where.He was the fancy show pony like horse.He loved to show off and strut around.But brooke loved him.Tough patch was Selena's brooke rode him more thne she had.Infact that's where she got goldie from.Brooke knew she would fly off in embarrassment if she rode Goldie around others.But Brooke wasn't watching patch she watched the other rider and her horse lope around in beautiful gaits.Patch was ready to go.But the only thing that he did was either jump or rack.It was kind of annoying when Brooke asked him to trot or canter and he just racked.Sort of like Patch had some mental retard-nation, but she couldn't say that about patch.

He was too good of a horse.He was about 4 the first time Brooke rode him.She suck off with him when selena was with carrie shopping.They had a blast together.That's before Brooke went flying off into the fence and had to go to the mergency room for stitches because she got a hunk of wood stuck in her back.She had learned so much from this horse in just four years.Brooke pa the dark chestnuts flaxen mane.Patch snorted as he began to walk around.His tall figure could easily step over some of the lower jups but brooke wasn't going to try and let him.She clucked to him as he went into a rack.Brooke sighed and took him back into the middle.She watched as the other rider pulled her horse up to her.

Brooke smiled to the rider as she spoke her name.Hayley.It sounded so farmilar.Brooke brushed her hair back and smiled.
"Thanks and Im Brooke."
She looked at hayley's horse the horse was pobably a bit taller then patch.
"Your horse is gorgeous."
Patch got jealous easily but he was pretty mellow.For the msot part he was almost part cow.All he did all day was eat and sleep and occasionally brooke or selena would ride him.Only his mood determined how lazy he was.But today she cought him on a good day which was a good thing for brooke cause if he was misbehaving she'd have to push him alot hard.

[poppies]

It was the fifth day of Juniper and Shawna's grueling training schedule. Already that morning they had gone for a two mile jog, Juniper being led by Shawna. She ran and the mare trotted next to the girl, of course connected by a lead line with her iPod screaming into her ears. Ever since the beginning of the training Shawna had changed. She had actually become quiet, her hair was cut, her hair had been colored with some blonde, and she had gained four pounds after eating junk food. All that junk food was candy corn and other crap, it went straight to her stomach.

Holding the mare's reins she looked into the ring to already see two other people there. She hid behind the entrance and waited seeing if they would notice her. The mare grew impatient and tossed her head and threw a loud squeal. "Shh!" It was to late she might as well be labeled as the dork who just stood there and watched others, or she'd would walk in. Finally she did. It had been two days since she had been in the jumping arena, her first time she had met someone. The last time Juniper had bucked her off and of course stupid Shawna had been riding with no one around and also bareback and also jumping.

It seemed she was just getting stupider. Her same old tack was on the mare. Brown leather saddle, martingale, and bridle with a figure eight noseband. A set of black polo wraps with red stitching in cool patterns were on the mare's front and back legs. Her saddle pad was red with black stitching in the same cool patterns as her polo wraps. Shawna was wearing a tee-shirt from Abercrombie that she had gotten as a present. It was a sort of tinted grey with a horse head on it and Abercrombie on the side in its normal large letters.

"Door!"

Walking to the mounting block she looked down at the dirt as she led the horse to their lesson. Sticking her foot in the left stirrup she swung herself onto Juniper's back and sunk in firmly. Taking a deep sigh she looked at the other two girls before signalling Juniper to move into a walk. It was a nice long and flowing dressage walk, after all they had worked hard to improve their dressage skills. Now that needed tweaking was Juniper's jumping and her manners with other horses.

Pinning her ears back the mare walked with a arch in her neck and Shawna gave the mare a long rein to let her be comfortable. Her head was always high and she was tense unless she was alone, Juniper was a true horse with no herd instinct. Her best friend, Rocky, had been sold and now Azalea was her possible new friend. It just depended on how the rest of things went.

Picking up a trot, at the slowest they could manage, the mare was moving eagerly and pulling Shawna almost out of her seat. Shawna sat deep into her saddle and began a steady posting trot, all though it seemed like you couldn't see the girl as the mare quickened her speed. Shawna'a half halts helped a little bit but not enough to keep her at a slow tempo.

Looking at the other two girls she felt her lips seem to glue together and her eyes pierced at them both. Just a simple hello should have been enough for Shawna to manage but she had begun to shut-down. Nothing seemed to be going right these days.

[hayleywilliams]

Hayley nodded slightly at the stranger, who she now learned was named Brook. To Hayley she looked like a Brook, this wasn’t any surprise to her. At all. Why this had come to mind she wasn’t sure, and shrugged the random thought of mind. “Hello Brook. You’ve got quit the pretty name. I was going to name my daughter Brook, but she ended up becoming a Melody, because I love music so much. Get it? Melody. Like the notes… “ She looked down to the ground as she spoke. She’d been in dire need of new friends and was anxious to meet some, though she was expecting to make quit a fool of herself. She was. She never used to talk so much because of her accent. Back in the day, she’d been teased slightly for it even though they had accents herself. Hers tended to be strong.

“Riot here? Thank you so much. I love my baby boy.” She patted the Arabian on his neck – and felt a small smile forming on her face. It felt so good to be riding again. She gave the girl’s horse a quick scan over and decided it was pretty as well. If it hadn’t been she wouldn’t have said anything, but since the case was different she spoke up. “I must say, your horsy is stunning too. What kind of horse is he? I’m not going to guess, because I know I’ll end up looking like an idiot in the long run.”

Riot tired to brake into a trot, and with his rider pulling back on the reins so much he hung his head down in defeat and decided to listen to Hayley for a few more minuets. In fact, she hadn’t noticed the other girl until she saw them enter the arena. She began to feel self conscious.

Hayley had never been drop dead gorgeous. She’d never been told she was beautiful other than Charlie. It was always “cute” and “adorable”. She was rather short standing at five foot two, and had rather thick thighs. No, she wasn’t overweight (if anything she was under) it was a southern trait she’d picked up from her mother. Now, the reason for her self consensus was because both these girls, through Hayley’s eyes, where pretty.

Hayley wasn’t sure what to say to the girl who had just entered so she said what any normal girl would. “Hey! You should get over here and talk with us. Stop being anti social.” Polite, no?

[crap i'm so sorry.]

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[brook]

Brooke sighed as her bangs kept getting in the way.She grabbed one of her small black barrettes out of her pocket.Clipping it into er bangs smiled as she herad hayley speaking.Meldoy was alot prettier of a name then brooke.She always thought things like this.Brooke usually had negitive comments about herself.She was so self concious and couldn't take being called over weight or arund 110 pounds.She always had to try her best to be as skinny as possible.That didn't always work because se did look a bit chuncky.

Patch swung his head around to nibble at Brooke's black boots.She leaned over and pet his nose.Brooke smiled at Patch.
"Patch is an american saddlebred."
Brooke didn't like riding gaited breeds like Patch but there was an exeption for him.His gaits were alot easier then others.He could rack and slow gait but brooke didn't know how to slow gait.

As Hayley spoke Brooke didn't know who she was talking to.She looked to the other side of the arena and seen another girl on her horse.Hayley as right.The girl did seem pretty unsocial.Sort of how brooke use to be.
"C'mon over here and talk with us"
Brooke talk soft but it was loud enough for the other girl to hear.

[poppies]

If she had had a white flag she'd be waving it. If she had a tail it would be between her legs. If she had her voice she'd be talking! She'd be social, I mean for Shawna it used to be everyday was a time to talk. There was never not a good reason to let your voice control yourself and see where it would take you. But things had of course changed, she had been defeated by the guilt. Her friends in that car accident, Azalea getting colic, Juniper not being her best friend anymore.

But they were back to trying for the gold in their friendship. Like the olympics but in something more emotional. Her eyes burned over the girls a last time, still sitting to the beat of a nice and quick trot. One had a fiery orangish red hair, she guessed her to be someone important. Someone who stuck out. The other seemed to have that doll like face and that perfect black hair, sort of like Shawna's but it had its dull spots.

Both their horses were incredible and it seemed that Juniper was the only bad tempered one in the patch. Giving a strong half halt the mare tossed her head and stopped in her spot and gave a half rear. One that her rider expected, sitting in the saddle she gave her a small tap with her feet but gave a half halt at the same time. Only because a small gesture of Shawna's feet meant run away with me to the mare.

Walking to where the other two where she stood a fair distance just so Juniper wouldn't lunge out at any of the horses or the riders. "Hi." Her voice finally was alive again, all though it was one word it was a dear and sort of sacred word. Looking up from the arena floor she looked the red haired girl in the eyes and then the other girl. It seemed sort of awkward.