Amy Fleming {COMPLETE}

[Amy Fleming]

Amy! STOLE YOUR HEART;



They call me Coldish (Lassie) and I've shot for the moon 17 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM.
Ktxbi.

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» There Goes my Hero;

The birth certificate reads Amy Fleming
But Everyone Calls Me Aimz, Amy
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 21 years
The say I Am Horse trainer; student
Ive Been Told I Look Like Amber Marshall

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» Rock and Roll, Baby.;

I am so tall 5"4'
And I Weigh 135 pounds
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced Ears pierced
They always say I look like
Amy is very laid back and casual. Her favorite outfit is jeans, and depending on the season, a spaghetti strap top or long sleeved shirt and jacket. She always has her stetson with her. For formal occasions, she will a smart dress or less formal, jeans, sandals and a smart top.

Amy is a honey blond, with brown eyes. Most of the time Amy wears her hair loose, no matter how long, and this adds to the casual look that she has achieved nicely. Due to her being in the saddle most of the day, she often suffers from hat hair.

Even though Amy doesn't mind what state her clothes are in, she can be self-conscious around strangers, but not around her friends. Most days she over sleeps and her clothes are frumpled and scruffy.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Eyes

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» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;

I Adore
- Horses
- Natural horsemanship
- Show jumping
- Trail riding
I Abhor
- Animal abuse
- Snobs
I Rock
- Natural horsemanship
- Rehabilitation of horses
I Suck
- Abused horse rescue
- Ranching
I Do
- Always feels the need to rescue abused horses

I Want
- To stop horse abuse
- Meet Monty Roberts
I Fear
- That she will fail
- Gets anxious easily
I Shut up No secrets really
I am

Amy is gentle, caring and unselfish, when it comes to horses that is. Around her friends she is lovable and funny. She is not intimidated easily and it takes a lot to break down that wall she's built around herself after her mother's death.

Anybody who dares to insult Amy risks a severe battering of sarcasm and insults. It is not something that Amy enjoys doing, but when it's necessary it's necessary. Amy only has a few close friends and even more acquaintances. Not that its really important to Amy.

Amy prefers the silence of nature, to the noise of clubs or malls. This has made her an almost social outcast with the popular people, not like she cares. For her their is only one thing that matters most and that is her horses

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» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;

I Came From Marion Fleming: Deceased; Tim Fleming: 40: Rancher
I Share My Dna With Lou Fleming:Sister:27: Businesswoman
I Come From Hudson; Virginia
But I Live Here Now West Virginia
This Is Who I was

Amy was born in England. At the age of 3 her father, her father suffered a show jumping accident and he left the her mother Marion to nurse his bruised ego. Her sister Lou stayed behind in England at boarding school, hoping that her father would return. Instead of staying as well, Marion and Amy, moved to Hudson, Virginia and started a horse rehabilitation center.

Amy was out riding the one day, when she happened to stumble across an abandoned barn, with Spartan inside. Instead of waiting until the next day to go rescue him, Amy and her mother, went to go fetch in a rough thunderstorm. On the way back, a tree was struck by lightning and caused the Jeep to roll.

Marion was killed and Amy only 16. She took over the running of the center with her grandfather's help. Spartan recovered from his injuries and became Amy's best friend. Lou also came to live with them.

The last few years have been tough, but Amy survived. She graduated an honor student, but doesn't want to go to College or Varsity. Instead, she moved to another part of Virginia, close enough to go visit home, but far enough from the ghosts of her past.
This Is Who I am Love it

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» This Heart It Beats;

I Lust Men- Straight
I Love Truthfulness, and straightforwardness.
I Loathe Amy doesn't like arrogant men, men who lie constantly and who cheat.
Maybe I loved Caleb Odell; Ty Borden
Maybe I Didnt N/A

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» This Is How We'll Dance;

I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome

Did we create a modern myth
Did we imagine half of it
Would happen in a thought from now

My dreams were unorganized and confusing. I didn't remember most of them on any given day, but my sub-conscious mind flashed them through me. Each and every suppressed curse that I had to live through. The good ones turned bad. The border of my vision was framed in a strange red tinge while the rest of the memories where as clear as the day that they happened.

I could now recall my brother. My twin. Someone I haven't even told Seithr about. I still remember his black coat and white markings. The only thing he lacked was the white splotch over his left ear. I was standing at the time he breathed his last breath. My mother still licked his lifeless body in the hopes to revive him. My father gave me and my mother one glance and left only to return when it would suit him.

Save yourself
Save yourself
The secret is out
The secret is out

The memories came and went. Some were flashes of the past, others stayed to torment down into the deepest holes of my mind. It was like being in hell, only worse. If I survived the darkness, would the light save me? Would I be able to live again for my love Seithr? I knew I would have to tell him sometime what the past did to me, that I would be crippled for life mentally.

Often there were brief respites from the pain. In these moments I could remember what happened and I could hear what was around me. In one of these moments I heard his sweet voice. My saving grace in a way.

"I'll be here when you wake up, Flight, my darling..."

So he did feel the same way I did. I wanted to call to him, tell him I would be fine, but they got me again. They dragged me down, only allowing me so much happiness before they tortured me again. "KILL ME!" I told them. If I can't be happy, then I don't want this.

No wonder that my abandoned me when I was a mere yearling. I was the one who was the mistake. It was my brother that she wanted. It was my brother that I wanted.

The pressure released me. I found myself smelling the green grass of the meadow. I also smelled my life's blood that had bled from my nostrils during the black. I would call it that now, the black that gripped me.

I just lay there. Not moving, just laying on my side. My body hurt, everything hurt. My mind hurt the most. I tried my best to get up, but my legs just flailed, not understanding my orders. Then I saw the clouds, the blue and the canopy.

I waited. Soon enough I knew I could lay on my belly. I shook my mane and cleared my head. Seithr and Sunday stood a little ways off. A smile played on my maw. They looked as if they had forgiven each other, and I was glad.

I looked toward the now darkening skies and just enjoyed the stars that shone with a iridescent shine, I knew that my brother was watching over me. I couldn't believe that I had survived. When I looked at my coat, parts of it were stained with mud, and I snorted with disgust. It would take a while to clean. Now it was back to business.

"Seithr," I called softly," I'll be okay. I'm alive, my love."

To buy the truth
And sell a lie
The last mistake before you die
So don't forget to breathe tonight
Tonight's the last so say good-bye

The secret is out

Good-bye

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