Post by Jacob Haynes on Sept 30, 2011 23:01:20 GMT -5
jacob cairan haynes
HEY, YOU. TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF.
'sup? alright, let's start off with the basics. my name's jacob cairan haynes (jay-kub kye-rin hayns), don't wear it out. i'm eighteen and in my senior year here at north creek. i'm semi-famous, but i'm working my way up there. 'fore i get into my personal info, let's get a few things straight: one, i don't tell anybody else my history, so you're gettin' in on some pretty exclusive stuff. tell anyone and you're dead, kapeesh? oh, and two: hit me and i'll hit back hard. i've been living in the same town all my life, just a few minutes away from the academy.
ALRIGHT. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
i'm pretty arrogant, but ya know, i'm a guy, what would you expect? i love horses, it's really the only thing i care about. i don't give a crap about anything else. i don't think before i do, i just take the consequences if it's wrong. i don't regret. that's for weak people. regret is just another word for weakness. i refuse to be prey, and if someone else is the predator, i have my ways to get rid of them.
COOL. SO HOW'S LIFE SO FAR?
i guess it's alright. if your asking about my childhood, i'll tell ya, but keep your mouth shut. i was born on may fourth, 1993. my mom and dad were horse breeders, so i was always around them. i rode them every day if i could, and being homeschooled, it was easy for me to just go out to the barn when i needed a break from the math and science crap. my ma told me that every single day i should talk to the horses, because it made them understand me more. so i would go there and talk about my day, and write down their reactions. if they would nod, i would put it down. if they would rake the ground or stomp their hoof, i would write it. anything they did, i would record it.
so my mom decided to give me a horse for my birthday. czech warmblood stallion. i named him sunshine's coming, but i call him sonny. i was ten, i didn't really know horse names back then. man, did i love him. he was like a brother to me. even if he was a horse, he acted like he was my best friend. we would talk to each other, he would comfort me when i was mad.
i felt like a part of me died when he got sick. he just couldn't run anymore. sure, i competed with him as much as i could. i just didn't know what happened. he wasn't acting right and he couldn't stand up after a few weeks. mom made the doc euthanize him. i didn't want them to, but it was for the better. i made sure i would never ride again, not without sonny.
but i did. i got back into it, and when i was fifteen, my dad gave me his prized horse, definitely maybe, and i bought another horse with my competition winnings. i started to get into the papers, made a few interview on tv. mom made me go to north creek because she says it'll get my career going, and she said she'll pay the tuition. so now i'm here, talking to you. oh, someone told me to mention the word cupcakes? what the hell is that supposed to mean?... whatever.. anyway, yeah. see ya around.
four years ! twelve ! antivenom !
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