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Ellen walked into the park and leaned against a tall oak tree, her thumb gently brushing against the large scars on her wrist. 3 new cuts were cute that morning before school. It was a bad habit that her foster family had no clue she did.Wintent cleaned up her bloody nose her tight fitting jacket covering the scars.
Ellen walked into the park and leaned against a tall oak tree, her thumb gently brushing against the large scars on her wrist. 3 new cuts were cute that morning before school. It was a bad habit that her foster family had no clue she did.
A tear rolled down Ellen's cheek.
Raz watched, smiling. "this is Ibn Al Asad Amir. it means "son of the lion prince" in arabic. I bought him as a colt from a Bedouin when my family was in Saudi Arabia. He is 5 years old now." he said, stroking the magnificent horses head.Skylar watched in amazement at this awe-inspiring creature. It didn't even seem possible. She swept her hair to the side to get a good look at Ibby. Her eyes were alive with gentleness, awe, and unparalleled kindness. She offered a relaxed hand to the horse to sniff, and two beautiful things met.
missy flitted into school, painfully aware of how late she was. (what class?)Wintent sat there quietly ignoring as a few kids from school walked past her whispering and pointing.
missy flitted into school, painfully aware of how late she was. (what class?)
(ooohhhh, I remember what I was doing now, lol XD! Nvrm, I had a scatterbrained moment, lol)
Ellen pulled her hood over her head, trying to blend in. No use. People shot dirty looks, snickered, pointed... Everywhere she went, she was teased. Tears slipped down her cheeks. She wiped them away with her sleeve, but the fabric slipped from her hand and fell down to her elbow, showing the scars on her wrist.Wintent sat there quietly ignoring as a few kids from school walked past her whispering and pointing.