Post by reininggurl on Jan 24, 2010 0:25:37 GMT -5
Chantelle strode in gracefully, like waves gliding down from the shore. Her long brunette hair hung down her petite yet strong figure. Her cowboy boots made click click sounds as she walked over to the counter. 17 years old and was already on her own. Her father was a prestigous thoroughbred racer and she felt he neglected his 'products' and never seemed to care about what she had to say. She had been training to become a jockey but being too tall made it impossible. Yet, still her father wanted her to take over the racing buisness so that his name could continue to live on. What was it about men who wanted the fastest items and would stop and nothing to behold such glory.
Dressage, show jumping, reining. All these disciplines were, well, disciplined and were not reckless. You had to train for precision, control, and had to be dedicated to work towards your goal.
Deciding to leave her father and his buisness was not hard, seeings how she had been accepted to a riding academy and had a chance to pursue her dream. But how lonely it got to have to pursue your dream all alone.
That tis why she decided to make herself noticed, and hoping that some nice guy would fill the empty void that had taken its place in her life.
Dressage, show jumping, reining. All these disciplines were, well, disciplined and were not reckless. You had to train for precision, control, and had to be dedicated to work towards your goal.
Deciding to leave her father and his buisness was not hard, seeings how she had been accepted to a riding academy and had a chance to pursue her dream. But how lonely it got to have to pursue your dream all alone.
That tis why she decided to make herself noticed, and hoping that some nice guy would fill the empty void that had taken its place in her life.