Tears Don't Fall [ They Crash Around Me] Gloria!

[TRENT LAWSON]

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T R E N T.X. L A W S O N

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Theres Always Something Different going Wrong!
The Path I walk Is The Wrong Direction!
Theres Always Something Fucking Better Hanging On!
Can Anybody Help Me Make Things Better?!

I walked into the lounge of Riverglass ranch. Being new and all, I did not know many people. Hmm, I would have to change that wouldn't I? I had a lot on my mind, and I needed to clear my mind. How did I not notice that Eight's shoe was loose? I had not even bothered to check before I rode. How could I be so damn stupid? I often wondered that about myself, why was I so dumb? I always prided myself on my skill, and how lucky I was most of the time, but it all came down to sheer dumb luck. I hardly knew what I was doing half the time. I had a stallion, and truth be told, I didn't really know that much about horses. I mean, Eights was wonderful, but still. Everything seemed to be going wrong in my life. How did I lose Aqua? I loved her, she was the best girl I had ever been with, and then, I lost her. I was too stupid. And my daughter, I lost her too. It was just dumb to be so young and have a kid anyways. My life was just screwy, and I often felt like things needed to change.

I sat down on a couch in the lounge with a grunt. It was cool in their, obvious that some air conditioning was present. It was hot outside, for me anyways. I was from Washington, and the weather thier was not pleasent most of the time. I ran a hand through my hair, that had a few drops of my sweat through it. Well actually, it was almost caked with sweat. I had been outside all day and needed a rest. Sure, most of the time when I came to these places I ended up being the brawn, simply because I had training. No, not professional military training, but pretty close. Not to mention I planned on going into the army when i turned seventeen. Yeah I had my future all planned out! I had nothing holding me back either. No family, no friends, so why not? I was going to turn seventeen in a few months and then I would be a soldier, officialy! What more did I have to look forward to?

I guess the only thing that made me contemplate was Eights. What would I do with my wonderful , big, buckskin Quarter horse stallion? I guess I would have to find out, wouldn't I? I would be able to keep him until I got sent off to basic training anyways. I still had not decided yet  if I should finish High school... or go to college before hand. I guess it all depended on how my life planned out. If anything would make me stay, then that would happen, but I could not see that happening currently. I was too screwed up. Everything in my life was. Hell. Too much to talk about how messed up my life was. Seeing your mother killed in front of you then getting shot yourself by your own father tended to mess one up. And being sixteen years old and having a daughter? Yeah that messed one up too.

I looked out the window into the indoor arena, and saw a couple people in thier riding. I would not be able to ride Eights until tomorrow, once he got his shoes fixed. Then I could get him out and work him. I always loved riding Eights, he was really my perfect horse. Although his name, Crazy Eights, sometimes served true. Hmm. Guess I had a lot to think about. I put my feet up on the table in front of the couch. Nobody was in here, nobody would care, I hoped. I sighed, pulled my ipod from my pocked and inserted the buds into my ears. I turned it on and the song Tears Don't Fall by Bullet For My Valentine started to play. I started to humm it and pulled my cell phone out of my pocket, and started to flip it open and closed in bordem. I guess a little alone time was good, but I really should get to know some people around here. I mean, I wasn't really sure how long I was going to be staying here, but getting to know some people wouldn't be a bad thing, would it? Friends where always a good thing, although when me, friends, and alchohol mixed, it wasn't good for my friends. Well, the female friends usualy enjoyed it, or so I have been told. The males, usualy not, esspecialy if it was thier girl that was enjoying it. Hmm. Why must I be cursed with these looks?

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STATUS!?[/color]Done
TAG!?[/color] Gloria
WORDS!?[/color]790
LYRICS!?[/color]Tears Dont Fall-Bullet For my Valentine
COMMENTS!?[/color]Super Short D: I sowwy.

[gloria ivy thomas ~]

SHE USED TO BE THE SWEETEST G I R L

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The door to Tea’s stall rolled open, and the mare stomped a hoof, looking a bit annoyed. Gloria stared, blinked, then sighed and walked forward, sliding the stall door shut behind her, this time more quietly, wondering if Tea was about to go into heat. She hadn’t really owned the horse long enough to know if she got really insane during that time, but she was beginning to think that was the case. At least she was nice most of the time. Starting off slow, making sure the mare wouldn’t unexpectedly freak out on her, Gloria brushed the sweat and dust off of her neck. Then, she worked her way down to her back, then to her stomach, and so on and so forth. Tea seemed to calm down.

Soon, Gloria finished brushing, so she finished up by scraping out her hooves and running a comb through her mane and tail until it was mostly knotless. She would do a more thorough job with that later; it was getting late now. And when she was let out, Tea would probably just run around and get her locks knotty all over again. So Gloria gathered her brushes and picks, slid out the door, and walked back to the tackroom. In a flash, she was back to Tea’s stall again, stroking her neck and feeding her little carrots that Gloria always saved for after she’d ridden. “You were mostly good today, thank you,” Gloria mumbled and smoothed her hand over Tea’s soft nose. “I’ll see you later.” And then she was out, heading back down the hall. Her thoughts started to wander.

Gloria still hadn’t made that many friends, to her disappointment, and she was starting to wonder if she just didn’t belong in Guineaville. She hadn’t done all that amazingly in her old town, but she was in her little pack of friends who never followed trends, and she at least knew what to expect every day for the most part. Here, she didn’t even know what was going to happen. And she didn’t like change. So it was leaving her feeling a little bit unsure. But she kept reminding herself that she had Tea now. That was a major plus. In fact, it was probably what kept her going.

But she needed friends nonetheless. She wasn’t the best people person, but she wasn’t totally antisocial, and she needed to expose herself and get to know some people. The thought made her want to crawl back into Tea’s stall. She was a strong person, though, in general; she would resist the urge to get up and condemn herself to a life of nobody-ness. Her face turned to an expression with a bit more confidence, and she continued walking towards the lounge door.

Placing a hand on the door, she pushed her way into the small room where she was sure to meet somebody. Cooler air blew back at the girl, pushing her blonde bangs out of her face. And sure enough, a boy (of what age, Gloria had no idea; she’d never been good at guessing) sat on one of the couches. Gloria stopped, her mind freezing for a moment, mainly because for some reason she had been preparing herself for a female. Or maybe her brain died for a moment because deep down inside, she was shy? Either way, she forced her way through it and forced herself to function.

Stepping out of the doorway, Gloria walked over to one of the chairs, hating talking and standing while someone else was sitting down. Well, almost laying down, in this person’s case. She was about to open her mouth and greet him, but then she noticed the earphones. Oh. Oh, duh. She felt her face heat up, but she took a deep breathe, hoping that was just the pre-blush heat she felt and that she could silence it by staying calm. She really had to calm down. Placing one hand by the side of her leg, she dug her fingernails into her palm and repeated to herself to stop acting like an idiot.

She tried to pretend like her social status didn't depend on making at least one new friend, and that she was just at her old school, talking to someone she already knew. That seemed to help a bit, and she was able to slip a greeting out of her lips. "Hey," she smiled. And the smile was naturally friendly. She had a feeling her brain might decide to start working, finally. She hated acting shy, hated how she never really had a choice in whether she was or not in the beginning. The wheels started turning again, though, and she relaxed even more.

Searching her mind for simple subjects, since her social skills were obviously a bit rusty, Gloria glanced at her dark blue skinnies, then back up. Deciding that music was usually a safe topic, especially since her taste in music was rather boyish, she settled on that. "Whatcha listening to?" She hoped she would know what he was talking about if he rambled off some band name or song title.



STATUS finished WORDS eight four eight MUSE crappy D: NOTES sorry, it didn't turn out as well as i hoped CREDITS omfg paige !? at caution 2.0 for the icons, me for the form

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