.:Иαтαƨнα Ƨωɛɛиʏ:.Ɩ ωσʋℓ∂ ƨαιℓ αcяσƨƨ тнɛ ɛαƨт ƨɛα
Ĵʋƨт тσ ƨɛɛ ʏσʋ σи тнɛ ғαя ƨι∂ɛ
Ɯнɛяɛ тнɛ ωιи∂ ιƨ cσℓ∂ αи∂ αиɢяʏ
Ƭнɛяɛ ʏσʋ'ℓℓ вɛ тσ тακɛ мɛ ιиƨι∂ɛ
Ɯɛ'ℓℓ ғιи∂ ωαʏƨ тσ ғιℓℓ тнɛ ɛмρтʏ
Ғαя ғяσм αℓℓ тнɛ нʏƨтɛяια
Ɩ ∂σи'т cαяɛ ιғ ωɛ ƨʋ∂∂ɛиℓʏ
Ғιи∂ σʋяƨɛℓʌɛƨ ιи Ƨιвɛяια
Ƨιвɛяια
Natasha sighed and got on her horse. Clicking her tounge,the horse started off in the direction of the field. Tasha smiled as the cool breeze hit her face,making her hair dance in the wind a bit. As they neared the field,Natasha saw Jay in a tree and rolled her eyes. Jay was always the one to draw attention to herself by acting like a punk. "Jerk," Natasha whispered to herself,and straightened up. She saw Kyle with another girl,and smirked. She then jumped off her horse and tied the lead rope to a tree. "Good girl," she whispered,and walked towards the middle of the field. Seeing many people,Natasha sat on the green grass. It was going to be a nice day.