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Post by Zendaya Taylor on Nov 16, 2012 20:30:47 GMT -7
  Zendaya sighed as she typed "hugs and kisses" onto her silver laptop. She was just writing an email to her parents back in Canada. They had made the agreement that when she went the teen had to email them about her classes, shows, and other stuff on a weekly basis. If she did that they said they wouldn't call her like one of thoose nosey parents who were over protected on their child.
The seventeen year old clicked the send button before closing the window, by clicking the red 'x' on the right hand corner at the top. With a sigh she thought of what to do now. Zendaya wasn't ready to go to the barn, as she was wearing grey sweats that made her look fumpy, yet sexy, as well as a tight long sleeve black t-shirt that had the Canadian Eventing Nationals logo and quote on it. And with her black uggs, she was in nothing good for riding or stable mangement. Instead, the teen decided to be lazy like most people her age, and look at horses for sale on the web.
As Zendaya looked at fancy dressage Friesens, and expensive jumping Warmbloods on her screen. The silence in the room though was erie, and so she decided to plug herself into her iPod that she had happily brought along. It had all the latest music on it, and it was what she needed to listen to that Sunday evening.
TAGGED: open
WORDS: 249 words
NOTES: bored!
LYRICS: Katy Perry
CREDIT: To BUNNYA! from CAUTION 2.0!
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