gimme a reason i can't ignore (open)

[cory]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/eu0r9k.png] Cory sat awake in bed, her comforter lying on top of her scrawny legs. Her eyes took a second to glance over at a hand-me-down digital alarmclock which clearly read, 6:39AM. In her opinion, it was way too early to be awake. Usually she’d be deep in slumber now but not today. She had been having troubles sleeping the night before only closing her eyes to rest her body in hopes of sleep coming to her. To lazy to change, Cory kept on her pink plaid pyjama pants and black tank top; making sure to grab her warm sweater and an old pair of combat boots before making her getaway. After Cory tied up the laces, she quietly snuck out of her cabin and into the early morning sunlight. The grass shuffled and made funny sounds as Cory had made her way through it. Some of the dew had managed to find its way onto the black leathery boots. Cory crossed both of her arms tightly as she walked towards her destination. All she could see now was the silhouettes of the horses in the paddock and the clean light of the sunrise. When she had got to her destination, she had perched herself up on the paddock fence and looked out if she could spot Kiko. Fifteen minutes passed by slowly as horse had approached. Strangely enough, it was the old bay mare Kiko. She held out her pale hand to the horse, greeting her with a quiet ”Hello.” The mare in response placed her hairy nose directly into the palm of her hand, which had tickled a little bit. It was now six fifty four, and Cory could hear someone else approaching from behind.

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[raquellx3]

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