Post by Harlow King on Jul 23, 2013 21:55:06 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://25.media.tumblr.com/a620d3c38601c80429283ab9e44c2217/tumblr_mqf87xc9Il1svvi3do1_500.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] Maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much maybe this thing was a masterpiece until you tore it all up It was 11:22. Harlow was tired as she combed through the last glossy tangles in McGraw's tail. She put her hair back into a messy bun, and the dark circles under her eyes showed hours of working. Leaning against McGraw's stall door, she thought about her life. She had never done drugs or gotten pregnant, and she always obeyed her parents. She was a good girl. And now she was dating her coach, who was older than her. 10 years older than her. There was nothing legally wrong with it, but she was pretty sure there was a rule about teacher student relationships. But this feeling inside of her, with Mance it was real. Fairytale real. She was pretty sure she was in love with him. Which is why she found herself waiting for him at 11:22 pm, hoping he would come. She had him labled as M on her phone, so none of her friends would find out. It was the hardest in horse practices. She felt like she had to work extra hard just so he wouldn't criticize her in trying not to show favoritism. A hand on her shoulder made her tense, but then she relaxed as she felt the familiarity of the person behind her. She turned to face Mance, and when she saw him she forget how messy she was, or all her worries. She just saw... him. |
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