{b r e a n n a w a l k e r

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b r e! STOLE YOUR HEART;

They call me Breanna and I've shot for the moon 16 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via p m <3.
Ktxbi.

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» There Goes my Hero;

THe birth certificate reads Breanna Lauren Walker
But Everyone Calls Me Bre, just Bre.
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for AGE 16
The say I Am the waitress
Ive Been Told I Look Like no one

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» Rock and Roll, Baby.;

I am so tall five foot six
And I Weigh one hundred and twenty-five tons, just kidding. (pounds)
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced I've been pierced three times; twice on my left ear, once on the right ear.
They always say I look like
{ h e a d: Her face is somewhat egg shapped.(please don't call her egg head) She has sandy blond hair that passes my shoulders. She also
has side bangs, that can cover her eyes when I place them there. If she was to dye her hair black, she could be emo! She has two blue
eyes, which have been claimed to sparkle in the sunlight. Her chin isn't perfect, but it is shapped wonderfully, and she doesn't have a double chin.
She has a nose, which is very normal.

{ b o d y:
Bre has a pretty average build. She's somewhat skinny, but not fat. Considering the food she eats. She has a bit of a belly, but it's not that
noticable. Bre has a nice waist, it's a little bit big, but not really. She has beautifully sculpted legs, which are nice and long.
In appearance, her legs look fat, but it's all muscle. Her feet are kind of strange, she has a crooked toe on her right foot. Her feet are
pretty small compared to the rest of her. Her shoe size is size seven, eight depending on the type of shoe.

{ s t y l e: Bre's style is pretty mixed. She can be seen on a rainy day after a lesson wearing her blush pink riding shirt and her beige
riding breeches. Her everyday outfit is a basic t-shirt with skinny jeans or regular jeans. Bre doesn't wear much make-up, she doesn't
like it really much. Sometimes she'll wear mascara, but that's it. Her wardrobe does include various tops such as tanks, tees, polos and
sweaters. She has five pairs of jeans, two of which are skinnies, and the other three your regular fadded blue jeans. She owns three
pairs of shoes, which include a pair of nikes, a pair of classic black Chuck Tailors, and her very worn out... rubber boots.




This Is What Makes Me Stand Out my so called 'lovely' blue eyes and my chin.

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» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;

I Adore
•horses
•school
•cooking
•guys
•showing
•shopping
•friends
•hanging out
I Abhor
•snobs
•computers
•garbage
•hospitals
•pain
•gym class
I Rock
•taking care of others
•beeing myself
•speaking my mind
I Suck
•socializing
•guys
I Do
•Her hands sweat bad when nervous
•she has a bad vice of eating junk food
I Want
•To be the best I can. I really want to ride in the Olympic games, but that is very far away. I want to settle down with someone
I love and trust.
I Fear That I will never able to make new friends.
I Shut up
•she loved to bite her classmates in Kindergarten
I am
Bre is very shy, and has very little friends. Her lunch break is usually spent by herself, eating her normal ham and cheese sandwhich.
Bre loves to be herself around friends. Can be a bit crazy at times, but she never goes overboard. She's also quite sensitive, and her
feelings can get hurt real easily.

When need be, Bre can be very mean and ignorant. She likes to play fight, and she stands up for what she beleives in. Not afraid to
speek her mind, either. She stands up for herself and her friends, and she loves to hang around with them too. She is also very
mischiveous, and sometimes gullible. She doesn't like to gossip, or to listen to it either.

Bre's usual real friends are of the animal variety. She listens to them, and they listen back. She socializes more with animals than
she does with humans. Although she has little friends, she sticks with them. When you befriend Bre, she is not all that shy, and is very
talkitive. You basically get a friend for life.

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» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;

I Came From
Jacob Walker her father. 42 years old, reddish-brown short hair. He works at a mall as a security guard.
Alison Walker her mother. She had blonde hair just like Bre's, except it was longer. She had blue eyes, and wore glasses.
Alison had worked as a horse trainer. Alison died six years ago at age 37.
I Share My Dna With One brother, who is 14 years old. Brown hair, blue eyes. Oh, his name is Alexander.
I Come From Bre was born in Lexington, Kentucky. They had lived there for quite some time, for Alison had trained thoroughbred
race horses for others. They moved after Alison died, to West Verginia. And that is how Bre found out about PineWood, she later moved
there, and now she lives in a big enough trailer close to the stable.
But I Live Here Now The small equine related town (don't know the name), in a big enough trailer all by herself.
This Is Who I was

One dark and cold day in November, Alison Walker had given birth to a beautiful baby girl. Both parernts were very happy, now they
could settle down a while and raise her. Breanna Lauren Walker, they named her. Alison had mostly taken care of her, for Jacob was always at work.
He worked at some major electronics company before he changed jobs. In the first year, Breanna had grown alot, considering how small
she was as a baby. Now her blue eyes sparkled in the light, and her small blonde curls bounced when she walked. A year later, Alison had
given birth to another child, now a handsom little boy, with blue eyes. They called him Alexander. As a child, Breanna was always jealous
of him because he got most of the attention, because all babies do.

A few years had gone and passed and Bre was in Kindergarten. She had never had any real friends besides her bratty little brother, so
it was hard for her. For hours she could sit an play with her Barbie doll, while the others played amongst themselves. One rainy day,
Alison had decided to take Bre to the farm that she worked at. As far as the eye could see, there were horses. Lots of them. She began
to watch her mom leading a horse around in a circle, it confused her, but her mother said she was training it. Another man who had
worked with Alison had saw Bre sitting on the edge of the corral where Alison was working. He asked her if she could ride, but shy
Bre only shook her head. The man thought for a moment and said, "It's time you learned." He took Bre down to the arena and led a
small pony out of the barn, it was too small compared to the others and she asked what was wrong with it. He told her it was a pony, one
much to small to handle the big thoroughbreds at the races, but small enough to be another's companion. After that day, Bre began to ride
every Tuesday and Thursday.

At age eight, Alison and Jacob had seen what Bre could do on horseback, and bought her a horse. It was a small pinto gelding named
Domino, and Bre loved him to death. Now, Bre had been learning to jump small obstacles and was well on her way as a showjumper.
Sometimes, Bre would lead Domino around the barn grounds with Alexander sitting upon him. After a competition one day, where Bre
had placed third overall in a 4-H Club show, Jacob brought her to the hospital. They went in to visit Alison, who had become very ill.
Bre hated to see her mother like this, but she didn't cry. She showed off her third place ribbon which she could display it in her room,
full of small trophies and show ribbons. The next day, Alison died. As Jacob and family watched as their beloved one beeing lowered
into the ground, they all felt like a piece of meat that had a gigantic part missing from them.

Jacob became to lazy to even go to work the next couple of weeks, and he was soon fired. He took up another job at a retail store for
a while. Bre had been to sad to even think about her much loved mother, and sold Domino. She kept that money in an account for
safe keeping. When Bre turned fifteen, they moved from Lexington Kentucky to West Virginia where they spotted a small equine liking
comunity, and this is where our story stops. Bre loved it so much that she begged her father Jacob to stay. Jacob finally gave in
and bought her a somewhat big camper, and placed it on a small plot of land, so she could live there. A year later, Bre began her first
job as a waitress at the local restaurant, and began saving up more money. She had been taking lessons a while longer privatly, and
had decided to buy herself a competition horse.
This Is Who I amPretty slow, and lonely.

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» This Heart It Beats;

I Lust guys
I Love guys who aren't affraid to be themselves
I Loathe guys who are shorter than me
Maybe I loved n/a
Maybe I Didnt n/a

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» This Is How We'll Dance;

I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome
"Dad, can I stay here, please?"Bre begged to her father.
Jacob Walker looked at Bre with his soft brown eyes. Not knowing what to say.
"Please dad? she asked once more.
Still, Jacob looked at her strangely. He didn't like the idea of her staying alone by herself, but it would have happened someday.
"Oh, I suppose."he told her.
Bre's face lightened up. Her blue eyes sparkled in the mid-June sunlight, the wind playing with her straight blonde hair. Bre's mind
was singing with lots of marvelous thoughts. Most of them were where she would stay, should she get a job, excetra.
"First off, Breanna,"he began.
Bre shuddered. She disliked it strongly when her father, or anyone else called her Breanna.
"You need someplace to stay, we've got a good strong camper for you to live in, big enough that you could call iy more like a
portable condo. You also need a job, go to the local restaurant and start there."he explained to her.
All this sounded wonderfull to her, even the portable cobdo part!
"Sounds.. amazing." she said, fantasizing many things in her mind.

The week finally came. The first week in July, Bre would be moving into the trailer, and living there all by herself! No nosey brother to
prod around her room, no father to tell her what to do! A new school, and a new stable! It all sounded wonderfull! As they pulled up
to the place where Bre'd be living, she was the first one out of the truck. Her father un-hitched the trailer, then Alexander helped drive the
truck forward. Bre embraced her father tightly, smiling.
"Now then, all I have to say is.. good luck, honey."he told her.
"Thanks."
"And remember... no boys!"
Bre rolled her eyes at her father, then slowly walked back to the truck to grab her purse.
"Okay, Alex. See you at Christmas?"she asked her brother.
CHRISTMAS? IT'LL BE THAT LONG?" he screamed.
Bre nodded. Alex jumped out of the truck, and hugged his sister. Just when it couldn't get any sweeter, it didn't.
Alex had licked her arm, and locked himself in the truck, making faces through the window.
"EWWW!" she screamed, drying off the saliva on the grass.
Jacob stared at Alexander, shaking his head.
"Boys. Well, see you at Christmas." he said, embracing his daughter one last time.
Bre stood there in silence, watching as her family drove away. Bre thought that the family couldn't get anymore broken, but it did.
Bre had left her only, wierdo brother, and her wise father. It was going to happen sooner or later, right? Right.

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