Racing In The Rain

This couple comes from two different worlds. She comes from a asphalt farm and a world of business people. Her parents expect her to go to a Ivy League college and get a law degree. He on the other hand, has been working the land since he was young. Farming is all he ever knows. He doesn't plan on going to college, he plans on working the land that has been in his family for centuries. Can their relationship survive in different worlds? Or will it fall apart when college comes around?
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{Cassie Ann Brown}
in a relationship with{Alex~Sanguine-Therian~}

Written by Toby Keith and Vicky McGehee

Just a girl born in Dixie, washed in the blood
And raised on the banks of the Mississippi mud
She always had a thing about fallin’ in love with a bad boy
Yeah they could see it all comin’
But her daddy never dreamed
She’d grow up that fast, you know what I mean
The way a girls gets when she turns seventeen, kinda crazy

She’s a rebel child and a preacher’s daughter
She was baptized in dirty water
Her mama cried the first time they caught her with me
They knew they couldn’t stop her
She holds tight to me and the Bible
On the back seat of my motorcycle
Left her daddy standing there preaching to the choir, you see
God love her
Oh, me and God love her

She kissed her mama good-bye
Said, "I’ll be sure to phone ‘ya"
She called her from a truck stop in Tucson, Arizona
With amazing grace we made California alive
And then my gypsy life started takin’ it's toll
And the fast lane got empty and out of control
And just like an angel she saved my soul from the devil

She’s a rebel child and a preacher’s daughter
She was baptized in dirty water
Her mama cried the first time they caught her with me
They knew they couldn’t stop her
She holds tight to me and the Bible
On the back seat of my motorcycle
Left her daddy standing there preaching to the choir, you see
God love her
Oh, me and God love her

Now she holds tight to me and the Bible
On the back seat of my motorcycle
Left her daddy standing there preaching to the choir, you see
God love her
Oh me and God love her
God love her
Me and God love her

Height::"I am fun-size and proud of it! 4'11 tall!"
Hair::"Brown hair with blonde highlights in the summer!"
Eyes:: "Hazel eyes"
General::Cassie knows she's pretty; at times. The mirror can be her greatest friend and worst enemy at times. Her hair has always been thick and wavy, falling down her shoulders. At times it doesn't want to listen and is out of control.]

Personality::Cassie is a very friendly girl and having been bullied at an early age, she has developed a thick skin. Very sassy at times and confident on the outside, people can get a wrong first expression about her. Cassie loves to express her inner emotions and feelings in her art. Her art, is a real look at the real her. She can put all those dark emotions she at times can have, into her art. When she is involved in putting together an art piece, nothing can draw her attention away from the masterpiece. The art can consume her and take up her whole life. She finds art in everything around her and loves to sit outside and just look at the outdoors. Some say she's dreamy, but in reality, she can be very serious. Cassie has a caring side, especially to animals. She hates when animals are mistreated and will gladly stand her ground to defend them. Working with her hands sets her at ease and helps her settle her mind. Cassie couldn't imagine a world without art. It would just be so boring! Gray everywhere and no color. Often times she finds herself in rants and can become very passionate about a subject. Loving to debate, Cassie holds her own with her wits and cunning. She finds it hard to trust because so many times she has trusted it has gone down hill. But maybe she can open up one day...or will she be hurt again? She does dream of finding that one man, that one person that will love her and stay with her for the rest of her life. Cassie often times finds herself over thinking everything and over planning. She hates cliques and despises people who mistreat her friends and tries to boss people around. Once on her bad side, she will always remember and be wary around you. She is easily distracted and wont get things done because she wants to do something else. She tries, but it can get to her. Cassie can be a loner and prefers at times to just be by herself to think. Her safe heaven is in the woods listening to the sounds of the birds. She hates studying.
History::Cassie grew up on a farm and loves walking around the woods taking photos. Her mom and dad get along pretty well and she is the only child. Her mom got her into art and taught her to paint at the age eight and since then she hasn't stopped painting. She also loves to make ceramics and other crafts. Cassie has been rescuing animals for awhile now. She has a barn out back where she takes care of the animals and tries to find them new homes.
Likes:: reading,bonding with friends, movies, sweets, camping, art, smores, drawing
Dislikes::Cliques, drama, dust, sand, chalk, chalkboards, feel of cotton ball
Dreams:: To have her art known.
Phobias::spiders, drowning
Favorite Food::Brownies, cookies, chips
Pets::Mittens||Sterling||Lily
Home::My Home
Car::My Bug

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Looks: this is him
Name: Kishra Mino
Age: 18
Gender: male
Crush: none
Peronality: He's the bad boy, he doesnt pay attension in class and doesnt like being told what to do. Kishra tends to have a short temper and gets into fights easily. if things at home are bad he'll take his anger and frustration out on who ever or whatever crosses his path first.
History: He lives with his sick mother, his dad used to gets drunk alot and bashes him when he gets this way, if Kishra fights back he just gets hurt even more. He spends most of his time with his mum thats why he has no friends. He often has to take days off school to care for her.
Other: he loves to draw, it takes his mind off things

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Name:It surprises me how many people know my name, even though I don't recall ever talking to them before. It makes me wonder if people talk behind my back sometimes. That doesn't surprise me one bit. Anyway, my name is Aiden Roy Lusck. Most people call me Luscky though. Why you ask? I'm generally a lucky person, and Lusck kinda sounds like luck. So there you have, the nickname Luscky. I like it though, it sounds cool and it's unique. Which everyone needs in high school, being unique is hard to come by. My name came from my grandfather, his name was Aiden too. I never met him though, he died when I was two from brain cancer.

Age:There's not a lot I can say here. I'm 17, and I'm a senior. Which means I'm one of the younger kids in my grade. Actually I'm not, I just haven't had my birthday yet. It's coming soon though, October 12th to be exact. A lot of people say I look younger than I really am, which makes some sense to me. They say I look 15, I can see that. Looking younger than I am is perfectly okay with me. When everyone else is all old, I'll still look young. Well, not really. Seeing as I look two years younger, I don't see that making much of a difference when we're 80.

Gender: Seriously?Should I even have to answer this? In case you still haven't figured it out, I'm a guy. A male if you don't know that guy generally means male.

Origin: I'm a winter guy through and through, seeing as I'm from Minnesota. This is why the first sport I joined was hockey, I love the cold and everything about winter. A typical winter afternoon back home included: Meeting up with my friends, going sledding, some hockey, and snowball fights. You know, Minnesota isn't all cold and snow. The summers here are actually quite hot, suprising as it may be. There are very few summers days there that dip below 90°. So, in addition to loving the cold, I also grew up with a love for heat. That meant swimming, biking, running, baseball, and just hanging out with friends in the summer. Getting a cone of ice cream after a long, summer day was a great way to tie both loves together. Even though we moved after my dad's job got transfered, I will never forget where I can from. Minnesota, home of the scorching summer days and the freezing winter evenings.

Sexuel Orientation : Yet again I say, there isn't a lot I can say here either. I'm straight. Always have been, and probably always will be. I've never been the slightest bit interested in any boy, even though I have 2 brothers. I had a friend who was once, but he moved after the school year. Never knew where he went, he never knew he was moving until like a week before it happened. Anyway, interested in girls. Nothing else.

Looks: On to my looks I guess, I think I'll start with my hair. My hair's OK I guess. It's not short, but not long. You could say shaggy. It's a meduim brown, an ordinary, plain color. It looks just like it does in the photo of me, that was taken 4 months ago by a friend. On to my height now. I'm 5'11, just like my dad. I'm OK with my height; It's not too short, and not too tall. My dad says I'm done growing, he stopped growing at this age too. I weigh around 120 lbs, I'm OK with that too. Now that I think about it, I can't think of anything about me that I hate. Well, there is one thing... I'll tell you about that later. I'm in pretty good shape, considering the number of sports I'm in. Hockey, baseball, football, and I've done track before. Hockey is my priority though. People say my eyes are my most stunning feature. They're ice-blue with flecks of sea-green throughout them. I have my mom's eyes, and my grandfather's eyes. A lot of the girls I've dated have said that they were the first thing people noticed about me. I wouldn't know about that though, I don't normally talk to people about that though. It's not something that normally comes up in my conversations.

Personality: Ah, this is where things get a little bit... Complicated. This isn't something I normally share, so I might not explain these well. Bear with me though. I guess you could say I'm a nice guy to most people; although I guess I shouldn't really say only good things here. I have a learn disability. Dyslexia. That's why I took up sports, something to take my mind off school I guess. My parents say I should spend more time focusing on school. Of course I didn't listen to them. Why should I? All my parents care about is my older brother Greg. I don't talk to Greg much now. He's twenty-three, and goes to Harvard. He's a total jerk, and just because he's smart. The funny thing is that he completely sucks at sports. Every last one. This is one thing I hold over my brother, but my parents don't care about that though. All they care about is school, school, and more school. So, I have a jerk for a brother, and parents who don't care about me. Great family I guess. Everyone knows I have Dyslexia, but unlike my parents, they don't care. My friends like me for me, and that's all I really care about. I let go of the grudge I held against my family a long time ago, and I just avoid them now. So, I guess that's all about my personality.

History: My history isn't very long, and it isn't very interesting. I was born in this town, and so was my brother. Actually, my while family is from here now that I think about it. Even though they've lived here their whole lives, that doesn't mean that I want to. The very thought of staying in this town the rest of my life makes me cringe. We visited New York once. Now that is somewhere I coupd live. Back on topic now. The biggest thing that I can think that I should mention is that my grandfather died when I was ten. This might not seem like a big deal to you, but to me it was devastating. I was very close to him, he was the person I'd go talk to if I ever had a problem. He was the person who made me laugh when I was having a rough day. He was the one who helped me out on my homework when no one else would, no matter how long it took. And that's saying something, considering it takes me a while to finish my homework. His house was right across from our's, which made it easy to see him everyday. I've never figured out how he died. Nobody even bothered to tell me. So all these years, I've just gone with old age whenever someones asked me about it. A lot of people do.

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