Blue Ridge is a fictional town located deep in the heart of Kentucky. It is home to one of the most well known equestrian academies in the United States. Students and staff from all over the world join the academy for what it has to offer. Do you have what it takes to join us and learn from the Academy?
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It was a pretty neat assignment the teacher had given to them, if she had to admit. Kennedy found herself quite looking forwards to the homework and wondered if the book 'Man who listens to horses' would count as a biography. She was pretty sure that it would, and decided to not worry about it.
She smiled as the teacher dismissed the class and gathered up her things slowly, taking her time as she thought about whether or not she wanted to give the teacher her paper to read. Not that there was really a whole lot of detail in it...
In the end, she decided to give it up and gathered it up. Passing the desk, she carefully stopped and laid the paper down after making sure her name was on the top. After doing so, Kenna gave the teacher a nod and hastened to leave the room, eager to get back to her dorms and start on the assignment. There was so much that went on in Monty Robert's life, she knew she was going to have a hard time picking out just three events to write about... She sighed, suddenly this assignment wasn't looking quite so easy-peasy...
As Leanne entered the room she looked towards her teacher "Hey, I'm Leanne Jacobs, nice to meet you." She looked slightly off and moody I will be joining your lessons now." Her fake smile was reluctant and could be found out to be fake, she didn't care. She walked to a chair and sat down, her facial expression showing no interest until she heard the teachers instruction, she repeated it slowly "Write out your history... This should be a lot of fun" She smiled this time it was real, she got out a pen and started to write.
As she wrote she said out loud what she was writing "When I was three years of age I was abandoned at social services, I was brought up by my adopted family. Mostly my brother because my adopted mother and father thought I was a.. Lets think for the right words here... b**ch. Erm what else is there too my past, oh yea. My mother tried to take me home when I was seven I told her to leave because to be honest I didn't care about her anymore. She abandoned me, left me like I was nothing to her, like a piece of shart on the bottom of her shoe. I was just an illusion to her, nothing worth her giving her heart or life for. Just a stupid little child with no life ahead of her. With no-one to properly care or love her, just a little damaged soul trying to fit into this cruel and murderous world. That's all I wanted ever since I was three years of age, to be treated like a slave like I had to be guarded twenty-four Fing seven. All I was is gone, a shadow that is left to pick up my own pieces that my family so 'kind' and 'loving' made me into, the only family I have now is Todd. He is my world now, he is my family." Her smile grew into a grin she then put the full stop and said slowly and distantly "All done!"[/color]
There was no mistake to the ears of the others what they just heard, that was Leanne's history. That is why she is and who she is today, this girl was damaged and no one could tell until this second that she was. As she left she put the paper on her teachers desk, she smiled and said slowly as she walked towards the door. "Thanks for welcoming me to your lesson miss, and I hope you like my poster whatever thingy." She was so happy with what she had accomplished this morning/afternoon
Post by Elizabeth Toman on Feb 22, 2014 12:02:20 GMT -8
Libby ground her teeth as she worked, listing to another girl verbalise what she was writing. She almost let the other girl get away with it, but then it just got too much and she turned to face the owner of the voice. "Oi, you? The loose cannon who can't shut up! If you want to share your pah-thetic life, stand at the front of the room and present it. Don't sit in the corner and vocalise everything as though you can't read silently!" She knew that her outburst could get her in trouble, but someone had to do something.
She added the final touches to her assignment, pretty little pictures here and there; the odd medal, gymnastic apparatus, flowers, hearts, horses. She looked up with a smile as the teacher addressed the room. Shoving everything else back in her bag, she rose from her seat and walked to the front of the room where she placed her history project on the woman's table, she had nothing to hide and had no problem with the woman looking at it.
She then turned and strolled out of the room, pushing past those that didn't get out of her way fast enough