[align=center][color=orange]Name
Claire Rose Grace
Looks
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Age
15
Personality
Sweet, fun, kindhearted
Origination
Straight
Claire hopped up onto Mosca, her horse.
"Hey boy!" She cooed. "How ya' been? I've missed you."
She reached in front of her and held out her hand, reveling some sugar cubes.
"It wasn't easy, but I got you a treat!"
Mosca whinnied, clearly pleased.
"I'm glad you like it." She said patting her old friends neck. "It sucks that you have to stay here with Gran."
There was no room at her knew house, and so Mosca had to stay at her grandmothers.
"Come on boy. Lets ride!"
They rode for a long time. It had been almost a month since she had gone ridding.
It felt good.
After she put Mosca in the stables she walked back up to her grandmothers house. It was a big white marble house with pillars all around it.
As she walked in her grandmother ran over to her. "Claire, dear! Where have you been? You'll be late for school!" She gasped giving Claire her backpack.
"Now I know its tough and all, your parents separating I mean.. But you cant just run away from your problems."
She laughed. "Gran, I know. I'm not running away. Its been almost a month since I've ridden Mosca, I wanted to see if I still knew how!" She said.
Her grandmother smiled, "Alright. Have fun dear! Oh, do you have your phone? I might need to call you."
"Yeah I got it, chill." She said.
Claire waved and walked out the house.
She waited for the bus, the air was chilly. It was a nice day for a knew start.
When the bus finally pulled up she hopped on and sat near the back alone. This is your chance to start over, Claire. So don't you dare screw it up. She thought.
She didn't have the "perfect" Life back home.
More like worst ever. She had became friends with all the wrong people, did all the wrong things..
She had only just stopped smoking. She really needed this new start.
After her parents split up she had been more then happy to go stay with her grandmother for a few months.
When the bus pulled up at school, she was the last one off. She walked slowly to the doors.
And walked inside.