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Post by Wren Sutton Bell on Jun 10, 2015 8:23:06 GMT -5
  Some days it took more coffee than Wren would care to admit to wake her up and get her ass in gear. It was that eight am class scheduled for Monday mornings that did it for her. Most of her classes weren’t so early but that professor had it out for her students, Wren was sure of it. Thankfully, she wasn’t a vet sciences professor and Wren had taken the class because it had intrigued her and she needed to fill a spot. She wasn’t taking any short cuts and she wanted to be a step ahead of the curve when the next year rolled around. So she took extra classes through the year since she had to spend more time back in Aquinnah working with her family’s stables. She was a vet in training, and the best possible place for her to get that extra practice was back in Massachusetts where she had daily hands on training.
The job at the park hadn’t worked out because she couldn’t handle how the horses had been treated and it was her against everything so she only had to worry about her job at Starbucks and thankfully her boss didn’t mind letting the students go for a month or two in the summer so they can be college kids and experience life. Wren’s life was back at the stables when she wasn’t trying to become a large animal doctor in the city. Lately though, she’d been thinking of taking a job just outside the city when she was finished school. That way she could stick around for the nightlife and the amazing apartment her parent’s bought for her so she had somewhere to live with her dogs. There wasn’t a point in having such an incredible apartment in the city for only a handful of years before letting it go. She wanted it a little while longer before making the trek back to Massachusetts became too much work.
But first, she needed to stay awake in the early class, pass it and get the hell out so she never had to deal with that specific professor ever again. She barely had her eyes open and she had finished her third cup of coffee long before the professor started her final section of that day’s lecture. So when she finally wrapped up, Wren wanted to applaud but knew it just wasn’t appropriate so instead she shoved all her things into her bag before pulling her phone free and checking the messages that waited for her. She replied to the ones she knew couldn’t wait, her boss, her sister, her father. She ignored the ones from classmates because she really didn’t want to deal with them and she sent one of her own, knowing her friend was on campus for a class that started a half hour after hers ended, demanding they meet at the Java Stop because she needed more coffee and having Savannah around usually meant fun in some capacity. They could keep each other awake until Sav had to go to her own class and Wren had to hit the library. She ordered their favourites and took a seat at a table by the window so Savannah wouldn’t have to hunt her down once she walked through the door.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2015 20:09:12 GMT -5
New York had been what Savannah needed to get back on her feet from her teenage years. She had made more friends than she ever had back in Texas, and she finally felt like she belonged somewhere. She didn't feel like the freak of the town; she felt like a normal girl again or as normal as she could being a college student. Her schooling was going fantastically, too. She was making straight A's so far, and she couldn't have been happier with her professors. They were so helpful to her, and they actually encouraged her to go for her dreams.
Even Lance, her horse, seemed to really like New York. Sure, Savannah lived a few minutes from town in a small little barn that she had spent the summer of her freshman year fixing up to become the house it was today. Lance had the entire downstairs to himself, which he loved. Savannah kept her truck in the bottom, too, but he didn't seem to bother her truck too much. Savannah liked the fact that she could keep Lance inside during storms, and that she could go see him in the middle of the night without worrying about something happening to her while she walked to the barn, since she lived right upstairs.
The only thing Savannah didn't like about New York was the crime rate. She heard of houses and cars being broken into almost daily. Most of the crime was centralized in the main part of the city, so she hadn't been too worried about her home. But some nights, when she was home alone, it kind of freaked her out. She always felt that someone was watching her or just lurking around outside, waiting for her to fall asleep so they could strike. Sometimes it even kept her up at night, and during those sleepless nights, she would go down to where Lance slept, and she would make herself a bed on the ground next to him.
Last night had been a sleepless night for the tall blonde. Not only was she worried about someone breaking into her house, she was worried about a big test she had the very next morning. So, she sat downstairs with Lance and studied all night. In the morning, she took the test, and she felt that she had done as best as she could. That was all she could do. She was making her way to the student lounge when she got a text from one of her best friends, Wren. She wanted to meet at the Java Hut, which Savannah didn't mind. She didn't enjoy the taste of coffee, but they had drinks there that had coffee in them that tasted nothing like coffee.
She switched directions from the lounge to the Java Hut, seeing Wren sitting in the window. A smile came across her freckled face, and she made her way to the table, noticing her favorite drink in the hands of her friend.
"Oh, you know me too well, Wren. A caramel mocha."
She greeted, taking the warm drink in her freezing hands. She held it in her hands for a little bit, not wanting to burn her tongue on the hot liquid.
"You look tired today, dude."
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Post by Wren Sutton Bell on Aug 15, 2015 16:55:36 GMT -5
Wren was lucky she hadn’t fallen asleep in the class but she’d seen it happen once before and the punishment for it wasn’t something Wren wanted to go through personally. That had been the main reason she’d started bringing a couple coffees to that class with her. She could usually stretch them out to fill the entire class but like that morning, she had needed a little more. It happened from time to time, especially when she practically lived off coffee; much like every other college kid on the face of the planet. And some days were better than others where she could actually be functional before caffeine but today was not one of those days. Today was a day of constant coffee within reach because she was exhausted.
It wasn’t anything that would be noticeable unless they knew Wren. She always looked her best, never a hair out of place. She didn’t do accidentally messy; everything was on purpose with her appearance. And damn it if she didn’t work hard on it. It was part of her training just as much as teaching a horse the Steeplechase or run barrels. Both of which she was still actively riding in. There weren’t actually that many people who knew she still raced her horses but the ones that did were the closest Wren would probably ever let them be. Tate was one who knew because she had asked him to go with her. He had joked about her being a jockey but she laughed him off. She was never going to be a jockey, already too big for the job. But there were no height restrictions for what she did and damn it if she wasn’t good at what she did.
Of course, she’d been born and raised for the task. She was well known among the racing circles but that didn’t mean she was the one talking. And she’d only told Tate because the race had been in New York State and he’d been complaining about having nothing to do that weekend. Racing horses was a part of Wren’s life that she didn’t want broadcast. When people found out about things like that, it brought a whole world of attention that Wren wasn’t interested in. She knew the people and the faces that were part of that world and was used to them but having her outside friends come in was just a little bit strange for her. So she kept them separate; mostly.
Savannah knew horses but Wren hadn’t told her about the whole racing thing. So all she knew was that the natural red head grew up on a stable, surrounded by horses that her family took care of. Some belonged to them, some just boarded there but all were of incredible pedigree; only the best for the wealthy. Wren was checking something on her phone when Savannah sat down so she smiled and put the device away. There was no need for the worlds to crash together in that moment. “Gee, thanks.” She replied sarcastically, grinning. “You’re positively glowing.” Wren might have been half asleep that morning when she’d gotten ready and left the house but she knew she looked as perfectly put together as every other day. It was just her nature.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2015 18:37:04 GMT -5
"You know I didn't mean it that way."
Savannah told the girl.
"You look amazing; I'm just saying that, as your friend who sees you quite often, I can tell that you didn't sleep well last night. Your eyes look sleepy."
She went on to explain. She just hoped Wren wouldn't take her words the wrong way. Savannah meant no harm what-so-ever. She just happened to speak without thinking about things first. She always ended up putting her foot in her mouth, no matter who she was with. Sometimes Savannah loved being such a blunt person, but other times she wished she was quieter, like her mom and sister were. Sometimes she wished she were a completely different person, just so she could fit in with her family better. It was something that she felt ashamed of. She had always come off as confident in herself and personality, but she was a sham.
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Post by Wren Sutton Bell on Sept 22, 2015 14:15:13 GMT -5
Wren had always been the type of girl who always had everything put together. It didn’t matter if it was her clothes or her room, everything looked absolutely perfect. She didn’t consider it obsessive or compulsive, she really just felt it was because of her secret life. Being a competitive rider, Wren knew looking perfect wasn’t always possible, especially with the barrel races but she tried. It was just skill that the judges looked at, they looked at appearance as well and not just the horses but the rider. Everything had to be pristine and perfect and it had carried over into Wren’s everyday life. She didn’t cake on the makeup, though she did wear some. She didn’t always wear high heels, but she wore them enough. She was short, though she preferred petite and the heels gave her enough height that she didn’t feel like people were looking down at her. She played with her hair but she hardly ever used product and she certainly never touched the hairspray she knew so many other people used. It wasn’t good for the horses and hers meant the world to her so she wasn’t about to do anything to harm them.
She missed them terribly but that had been why she’d had her phone in her hands when Savannah sat down. She was trying to talk a couple other people into registering for the weekend or even just coming up to see everything that was going on. It was bound to be a good show and Wren wanted to walk away from it when a few more ribbons and wreaths to add to her large collection already. She loved to ride though and was quite good at it. She could go pro but she had other ambitions on mind that she wanted to conquer. Though she could take care of her horses and ride them. There weren’t actually many people out there who could claim that. “I know, I know.” She said, taking a sip of her coffee. She needed to wake up so she could talk her father into bringing her horses up to the competition for her.
“I had an eight am class this morning. It has nothing to do with lack of sleep.” She’d been in bed early the night before actually. It had been a little odd to be curled up on the couch, watching a movie at ten. Even if it had been a Sunday night. She’d been in bed by eleven when the movie finished up and dreaming sweet dreams of blue ribbons. “Now that the class is over, I can finally wake up.” She continued, getting to her feet and stepping over to the counter. “Kens, can I get another and a couple of those cookies there?” She asked, pulling a few bills from her purse and setting them on the counter. “You want anything?” She called over to Savannah.
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