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[Aspen Cross]

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She was in a bad mood, as usual. Her cousin, Hogan, and his younger brother had helped her move Tyrant into a nice cozy stall. Cozy. It was a big adjustment, from Australia, to England, to America. Her accent was all out of whack, but mostly resembled an Australians.

Aspen put a knuckle to her head, leaning on the outside of the barn door, smoke barreling from her mouth like water flow. She was sure to have an ulcer if she thought of her mother to much. That woman irritated her to no ends.

From down the stall way, she heard Ty neigh his protest. He wanted to be ridden. The stag was a maniac for jumps, hell, he would jump through flaming hoops if you provided them. His ambition was what gave him talent, but, it was also dangerous for his lesser rider.

Aspen rolled her head back on her nape, looking at the top of the barn. She didn't know what to do anymore. There was already talk of an event, an event she would surely skip out on. What was it, some type of Charity? Twisting her boot in the ground, she took another drag and breathed into the wind.

Her attire consisted of a regular tank, and jean shorts. Her blonde hair was pulled into a side ponytail, and her mouth was twitched downwards. She missed London, no matter how boring the school was. She had a group there, people she could hang around without being bothered, and just enjoy the presence of another human being. But no.

Leah had to screw it up, and now look, neither Ty nor Aspen were happy. We'll learn to overcome it. No way in hell I'm begging her to go back.

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