~EmberHerd and Green Island Farms~ *Temporary owner*

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I may as well RP Jude.

Jude pulled into the driveway of her Mothers large farm. A fancy gate at the entrance of the driveway, with elaborate gates and a person at a window let her inside. As Jude got her car, she looked around. For acres upon acres, green grass sprouted behind white picket fences. Beautiful stables made out of red logs, and glossed 'till it shone in the sun towered here and there for the horses. Gorgeous Fox-trotter's grazed, while some were lunged by farmhands in corrals. Jude's boots crunched in the sand driveway, as she slowy made her way up to her Mothers stone mansion.

Geez, rich folk.
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Heck yeah.
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What, did you think I was gonna let Bridget have all the fun?
 
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Geez, rich folk.
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Heck yeah.
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What, did you think I was gonna let Bridget have all the fun?

-.- She's still richer.
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Gosh, what has this world come to?!
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Geez, rich folk.
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Heck yeah.
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What, did you think I was gonna let Bridget have all the fun?

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Heck yeah.
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What, did you think I was gonna let Bridget have all the fun?

-.- She's still richer.
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Gosh, what has this world come to?!
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Dennis is fairly rich from what he has inherited, but he doesn't show it and spends his money on what he needs for his breeding buisiness. :3

Just thought I would butt in.
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In about 10 minutes, Bridget and Wind were whirling, twisting, and cutting across the arena, sending dirt flying. Bob snapped astonishing pictures left and right. Jake clapped and whopped with a sheepish grin. After a few rounds, Bridget and Wind were both sweaty and panting. "Oh, gosh...." She sighed. "With a performance like that, you'll take home first at the WEG's for sure!" Bob said with a grin. Lesley murmured in agreement.
 
A young white Arabian mare trotted along the paddock fence. The slightly foggy weather conditions makeing her appear like a ghost, floating across the pasture.
 
Jude stopped at the tall oak door, and slammed the knocker a few times against it. Quickly, her Mother appeared at the door with a worried exspression. She was the exact model of Jude; with slightly graying auburn hair, yet just as curly and unruly. Her vibrant green eyes shone with the same exasperation as her Daughters. "Oh hon I'm so sorry..." Her voice, quite suprisingly, had no accent. It was rather neutural. "Yeah...." Jude grumbled as she bustled inside. "Here, let me take your things." Her Mother said, grabbing a suitcase and putting on a side table. "Here, I made some coffee, its in the kitchen." "Thanks Mom." Jude said lightly, forcing a smile.


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Within minutes, Jude and her Mother, Charlene, were sitting in the cozy living room. Jude had changed into something more comfortable; sweatpants and a t-shirt, and a blanket was wrapped around her shoulders. "So, tell me about what happened." Her Mom said quietly. "Well, in short, that blonde _____ is going to, well, you know...." Jude trailed off, barely able to say what was next. "A-And now, I'm completely heartbroken and that snobby, prissy, stupid, idiotic, lazy, bleep has a freaking fiance and will be in the cover of whatever that stupid magazine is!" Jude spat, hatred for the other woman clearly showing in her words. Charlene nodded understandably.
 

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