Post by blackdance on Jul 22, 2008 11:15:30 GMT -5
Bracken was beautiful, she knew that. With her straight hazel hair down to her waist, flawless olive complexion and rich chocolate eyes, she was the envy of many girls. Sometimes, though, it wasn't the best feeling in the world, to have boys look at you like you're a tart and girls look down on you like, with your good looks, you don't need, or even deserve to have friends. But Bracken wasn't like that at all. Coyld she help the way she looked? No. She was just another ordinary, horse-loving girl, in this strange, horse-loving world. She just wanted someone to love her, not for her looks, but her fiesty personality, her flare, her independence. For her true self.