Post by ali on Jun 14, 2013 14:07:44 GMT -6
she was popping right out of the south georgia water
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Kenzie was a girl that was not to be messed with, yet she didn't look for trouble. Her mocha eyes were soft and kind, which matched her charming personality. There was a lot to her, yet there was not much at all. Kenzie was flat up country, she was sweet, and she was innocent as hell. Being raised in Georgia had taught her the ropes of being able to have a hard shell. The people there were cold, and judgmental, and from being here, it was seeming like they were the same way, if not worse. Kenzie had been hoping for better from this place, but as time went on, it was simply impossible for her to keep believing that. She could feel those harsh glances on her, judging her and her appearance. She wasn't used to it. her Justin boots, plaid tied over shirt, and her white tank top, with a pair of tight wranglers would have been a turn on back in Georgia, but here, it was like a social suicide. What the hell was she going to do? Back in Georgia she had been called one of the prettier girls, and one of the more popular girls. back there guys liked the nice country girls, and she was right up there in that category. She was used to being wanted, but she never gave anyone anything. She wouldn't tell you if you asked, but Kenzie was a virgin until just recently, and had since only slept with two men, and only two times. She had intended to wait until she fell in love, but that plan had completely failed. Maybe she was missing out, but she was not going to throw that word around like it was some little tiny thing. love meant a lot to her, and it wasn't something to be messed around with, and she knew that. She wasn't going to be like all those other stupid girls that threw that word around, it was not right. In Kentucky she was also more comfortable. If there was one thing Kenzie had ever been in love with, that was her horses. She had a major horse farm back in Georgia, but having to move here they had cut back on their stock, only bringing ten, then they would work off of that. She missed all the horses they sold. She had named almost all of them, since they sold the foals. There was one that she missed more than anything; Ima Cool Skippa W. That little colt had her heart, and when he had been loaded up onto that twenty five foot goose neck, her heart had broken. He was her pride and joy, but that was the business. You breed, you train, you sell, and you buy. She knew that too, but it was not like it was easy for her to stomach. That colt had been bottle fed since he was born when his dam abandoned him, and he was hers, and then he was gone. Poor little Cool. She missed him dearly, and she would get him back, she knew she would no matter what she had to do she would get him back. She had to. All in all North Carolina had proven to not be so bad, she had a made a few friends, and so far things had been going well. She missed home, and she missed her Father, but she had goals to reach. She knew that she could do it, and she would. All she wanted to do was sing, and make it big through singing. She knew how to play her guitar, and she knew she was a damn good singer. All she needed now was for the right person to hear her. Playing in the bars barely paid her dues, and she knew that soon she was going to have to try and find a day time job. Course, that wasn't truly what kenzie wanted, she enjoyed days like this where she could just lay on the beach. At the moment Kenzie was sprawled out on her hot pink beach towel. Tassels of her blonde hair whipped gently in the breeze, and her sunglasses sat upon her nose, hiding her gorgeous yellow green eyes. A white bikini clung to her tanned and toned body, accentuating her tan all the more. Her skin glistened in the sun from the oil she had rubbed on, but it almost gave her a glow. Ear buds were shoved into her ears, blaring out the rest of the beach goers, lulling her into a deep zone with the sounds of country music. That was mostly all the beautiful girl listened to, and it was enough for her. She released a soft sigh as the sun warmed her. The only thing that would make this better was if she had some company. That was the only thing that kept her contemplating going home. There she had her friends to go with her to places like there, here... She was alone, and boy was it lonely.
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Kenzie was a girl that was not to be messed with, yet she didn't look for trouble. Her mocha eyes were soft and kind, which matched her charming personality. There was a lot to her, yet there was not much at all. Kenzie was flat up country, she was sweet, and she was innocent as hell. Being raised in Georgia had taught her the ropes of being able to have a hard shell. The people there were cold, and judgmental, and from being here, it was seeming like they were the same way, if not worse. Kenzie had been hoping for better from this place, but as time went on, it was simply impossible for her to keep believing that. She could feel those harsh glances on her, judging her and her appearance. She wasn't used to it. her Justin boots, plaid tied over shirt, and her white tank top, with a pair of tight wranglers would have been a turn on back in Georgia, but here, it was like a social suicide. What the hell was she going to do? Back in Georgia she had been called one of the prettier girls, and one of the more popular girls. back there guys liked the nice country girls, and she was right up there in that category. She was used to being wanted, but she never gave anyone anything. She wouldn't tell you if you asked, but Kenzie was a virgin until just recently, and had since only slept with two men, and only two times. She had intended to wait until she fell in love, but that plan had completely failed. Maybe she was missing out, but she was not going to throw that word around like it was some little tiny thing. love meant a lot to her, and it wasn't something to be messed around with, and she knew that. She wasn't going to be like all those other stupid girls that threw that word around, it was not right. In Kentucky she was also more comfortable. If there was one thing Kenzie had ever been in love with, that was her horses. She had a major horse farm back in Georgia, but having to move here they had cut back on their stock, only bringing ten, then they would work off of that. She missed all the horses they sold. She had named almost all of them, since they sold the foals. There was one that she missed more than anything; Ima Cool Skippa W. That little colt had her heart, and when he had been loaded up onto that twenty five foot goose neck, her heart had broken. He was her pride and joy, but that was the business. You breed, you train, you sell, and you buy. She knew that too, but it was not like it was easy for her to stomach. That colt had been bottle fed since he was born when his dam abandoned him, and he was hers, and then he was gone. Poor little Cool. She missed him dearly, and she would get him back, she knew she would no matter what she had to do she would get him back. She had to. All in all North Carolina had proven to not be so bad, she had a made a few friends, and so far things had been going well. She missed home, and she missed her Father, but she had goals to reach. She knew that she could do it, and she would. All she wanted to do was sing, and make it big through singing. She knew how to play her guitar, and she knew she was a damn good singer. All she needed now was for the right person to hear her. Playing in the bars barely paid her dues, and she knew that soon she was going to have to try and find a day time job. Course, that wasn't truly what kenzie wanted, she enjoyed days like this where she could just lay on the beach. At the moment Kenzie was sprawled out on her hot pink beach towel. Tassels of her blonde hair whipped gently in the breeze, and her sunglasses sat upon her nose, hiding her gorgeous yellow green eyes. A white bikini clung to her tanned and toned body, accentuating her tan all the more. Her skin glistened in the sun from the oil she had rubbed on, but it almost gave her a glow. Ear buds were shoved into her ears, blaring out the rest of the beach goers, lulling her into a deep zone with the sounds of country music. That was mostly all the beautiful girl listened to, and it was enough for her. She released a soft sigh as the sun warmed her. The only thing that would make this better was if she had some company. That was the only thing that kept her contemplating going home. There she had her friends to go with her to places like there, here... She was alone, and boy was it lonely.
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