Post by H.oofbeat on Jan 16, 2009 21:00:13 GMT -5
[/color][/left][/font]Jake Warner
ISN'T A PRINCESS;
Baby Jake was naive got lost 17 times.
» This Ain't Hollywood;
The birth Certificate Reads Jake Warner
That's what they call me Jakey
Don't dare you call me um...
Been on this d**n world 17
They always say I look like Taylor Lautner
»I Was A Dreamer;
I stand tall5'11"
Don't ask me this 140
Holes and InkNone
I stand out His Hair
This is me I have short black hair. Blue eyes that attract many girls. I am 5'11 which I guess many think is tall. Though many others tower over me. I have lots of different heritage. I am part Native American, Canadian, British, and Norwegian. I have one younger brother who is 9 and one younger sister who is 3. I lived in a small town in Ontario, Canada. There I lived in a house with both siblings both parents and a grandmother. My grandmother grew too old to live by herself and now she lives with my family back home. I love sports and have a black belt in karate. I have won many competitions and are still winning more. The sports I love are obviously horseback riding sports, Hockey, soccer, football, lacrosse, rugby, and basketball.
»Holding On, Days Dragged On;
Ugh um....
Yeah Horses
His Family
Sports
Karate
Not so goodum...
Go me Karate, horseback riding
Eeep! Im not personally really afraid of anything
Yeah, babyHot girls. Polite. Kind.
All togetherJake is a good guy. He gets really good grades in school and he loves helping others out. He loves to help others and tutors kids who are having troubles in school. He helps out at the nursing home and helps with fund raisers and food drives. He loves animals and has a passion for karate. He helps out with all the things possible, helping those that need helping. He doesn't mind the things that he does and doesn't get frustrated easy, which is an asset in his life. Trough out his life hes been captain of many teams. He is compassionate, kind, willing, outgoing, loyal and pretty much anything else you can think of.
»Happy Endings, Now I Know;
Don't fight family PARENTS –Martha/34/Stay at home mom/Short black hair with brown eyes. Jackson/34/business man. Short black hair with green eyes.
But fight siblingsJosey/3/child. Brandon/9/child.
Born and raisedCampbellford, Ontario
Blast from the pastHe lives with his mother, father, sister, brother, and grandmother. He lives in a large house that has an expansive backyard on the river. They own a boat and like to spend lots of time on the water. They like to watch movies and help each other out when they can. Now Campbellford is a smal town in Ontario. Theres one High School, two public schools and a catholic school. There is a fairly small down town. Some stores include Macs Milk, Giant Tiger, Liquidation World, two diferent dollar stores and a few small resturants. There is a small movie theater that could hold about 50 where he goes al of the time with his family and friends. His mother and him enjoy just being together and having each others company. While his father would rather go and do some guy stuff instead. They would go to Dirk biking tracks and ride there with each other then eat out. Jake and his sisters dont really hang out much. When they do they go to the movies and go horseback riding.
»Lead Her Up The Stairwell;
Before here I tend to stay to myself more often than I actually do.
Yes I like girls that have a passion for horses and aren't obbsesed with shopping.
No Girls that freak out over the tinyest things.
I like Straight
Stay with me forever I have no one as of now.
»This is a fairytale;
PasswordIce Cream
This is how I RP
Forbidden to Remember
Terrified to Forget
I caught myself thinking about what I usually don’t think about –– Boys. What was I thinking exactly? Yeah I really don’t know. Does it really matter that much that I’ve never had a boyfriend before? I know its real bad that I’ve never even thought thoroughly about a guy, but this time was different. I had just moved to a new town, and I didn’t want people to think that it was so bad that I had never had a boyfriend before, its not like I’ve never been kissed by a boy, because I have...just not a boyfriend that I was real attracted to. Whoa....why was I thinking about this again?
I stopped myself short before I was about to walk into a tree. I big oak, towering was above all of the very few buildings on the school campus. I marched my way around the tree and looked around to make sure that no one was watching me as I was just about to walk into it. Nope. That was good I didn’t want to many people thinking that I was a klutz and was thinking about something unnecessary, which was true. I never thought of guys, it was something that wasn’t natural for an unpopular klutzy girl. I was normal, not that I really cared much, but as if I tried to fit in. The high heel shoes really equal a trip to the hospital. Skinny jeans...another hopeless obvious trip to the hospital. Now riding that was different. I was good. Something a lot of people could say about me. I wasn’t as prone to fall over and trip over something when I was with something that I loved and someone that I loved. My horse.
Another thing that I could say about myself was not much but it was something. The way I could communicate with the animals that I interacted with. That was something that people would tees me about. I was sure of that. My thought would run somewhere and end up inside an animals head. Being able to communicate with them more easily than imaginable. It was good to be able to talk to them hearing what they were saying about what they wanted and what they needed. I helped with riding and when they weren’t in the best mood. They could help me understand what I could do to help them perform the best that I could in the show ring and what they wanted me to know about what I was doing while riding. Like not pointing me heels, pulling on the horses mouth, the usual. But that was the only problem people who saw me ride were amazed by my abilities to be able to communicate so well, and when they asked how I did that, I would always say ‘Its just a great partnership’ what else could I say? That I could talk to animals? They would think that I was crazy and no one would want me to be their friend. But that’s how it always was. Once I actually told me friend that just happened to be a boy what he had been wondering, again about the partnership situation. We were close so I told him, what did you expect me to do? Well anyways he move away and I have never heard tell of him again after that day.
Tears started to well up in my eyes. I wiped the lone tear that dripped down the side of my cheek. I thought back to that day when I had kissed him. We had been staring into each others eyes when he launched himself into my lips. It was nice, yet real, real awkward. That what set it off the water works that were streaming down my face. That was it I knew why he left me. It wasn’t because of my special powers that I seemed to have , but the fact that I only ever thought of him as a friend, not as boyfriend and girlfriend. That was okay though right? Not every girl had to have a guy and not every guy had to have a girl.
That’s when I clued into it. When ever I thought about a guy it always came down to him. And what I was entitled to think and feel. I was,
Forbidden to Remember
Terrified to Forget
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