The Creating Generation discussion

Clara walked into the field. Even though she was wearing a warm coat, she was a bit cold. Her Ipod had switched to playing Everything About You by IM5. She walked through the snow, singing under her breath. Her bright orange hair stood out against the white snow. Clara looked around and spotted movement. She looked closer and realized it was a girl on a horse.

Clara heard the girl whoop and grinned. She crossed her arms and put her weight on her right leg, watching the girl and horse ride. She noticed that the girl wasn't wearing a jacket and raised her eyebrows.

"Hello," Clara replied simply. "So, you do realize you're only wearing a tee-shirt and cut jeans, right? Where you raised in Antarctica or something? Why aren't you wearing a jacket?" She didn't like that the girl was looking down at her, but she pushed that aside.

Clara raised her eyebrows. "The possibility of frostbite is fun?" Then her questioning look turned into a lopsided grin. "I'm starting to like you."

"Clara. And now I'm going to ask the same question because it isn't fair if you know my name, but I don't know your's." Clara's grin stayed where it was. She took her headphones off and put them around her neck.

Clara smirked while she gave the answer. "Oh trust me, I'll find out either way." Her grin was starting to say, Troublemaker.

"Not gonna tell ya until you tell me your name," Clara chimed, smirking.

Clara tilted her head. "You don't look like an Angela. Maybe it's because you have that ugly smirk on your face." She gestured at the horse. "What's the horse's name?"

"As horse named Flame, out in the snow." Clara grinned. "You don't see that everyday."

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"Flame doesn't seem too happy," Clara noted. "Is she even tame?"

Izzy99 ~* Book Freak *~ wrote: ""Flame doesn't seem too happy," Clara noted. "Is she even tame?""

((It's okay! How was the trip?))

Clara raised her eyebrows. "You ride a horse that's not tame? Girl, you got guts."

((Anytime! ^-^))

Clara grinned slightly. "So, do your parents know you're riding an un-tamed horse? Or did you tell them you're out for ice cream?"

Clara rolled her eyes. "Okay, that is an obvious lie. Everyone has parents. They're either birth parents, dead parents, or an adult who adopted you."

Clara studied the girl in front of her. "I think gone parents fall into all of the categories I just mentioned," she said. Then she frowned slightly. "Lemme take a guess. You're parents went somewhere and fall into the 'gone parents' category."

Clara grinned. It was the kind of grin that made teachers put her in the front row. "So you either ditched your parents or they ditched you," she said. "Good to know."

Clara raised her eyebrows. "Both? So what happened? Did all of you get lost at an airport and not bother to tell each other where you were?"

Clara shrugged. "Okay then. Fine with me," she said simply.

Izzy99 ~* Book Freak *~ wrote: "Clara shrugged. "Okay then. Fine with me," she said simply."

((It's fine! :) ))

Clara shrugged. "Depends if the horse likes me."

"Oh joy, your horse doesn't like me," Clara said, but was smiling. She did a two fingered salute. "Later."

Calamity Creates~There's no place like Hogwarts wrote: ""Give me a call sometime." She said, winking as she tossed her a slip of paper with her phone number on it. With that, she galloped away."

Clara raised her eyebrows as she caught the paper. She watched the girl ride away on her horse, then said, "Why did she wink at me?" She pocked the paper anyways, then checked her watch. She had some time to kill until she met up with her brother. Maybe there's something to do on main street, she thought, then shrugged and walked that way.