DayDreamerxx

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So, I've had this account for a little while. I've never really used it to be honest. But I think I'm going to start using it more and more.
I love to write. So, this account will have stories. I might even have playlists added, considering that I find it difficult to read or write without music or background noise.
I'm a lesbian, so some of my stories, might be about two girls falling for each other, rather than a girl and a guy getting together. Read if you want.
My other account is: Whitecherry
My formspring is: Whitecherryxox
My Facebook is: http://www.facebook.com/people/Kayleigh-Laidlaw/1377618304

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Baby, I was Born to Survive
Chapter 2

During third period English, my teacher decided to assign us the book, ‘Looking for Alaska,’ and of course, everyone turned to look at me. Our teacher, Mr. Talbot, realizing what the worst possible outcome might be, told the class to quiet the few whispers, and to begin doing the assignment he had handed out the day before. I just sat there, in that cold, hard, wooden desk. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to… Disappear. Just like Alaska. My older sister had meant so much to me. She was my best friend. Alaska wasn’t just another girl in school either. She had straight A’s, and a GPA of 4.0, was the MVP of the girls basketball team, and student government leader. A lot of people would say she was perfect, but I knew better. Alaska had her flaws, just like the next human being, the next person. She was lactose intolerant, slept with a stuffed giraffe, and fought all the time with our parents. But to me, Alaska was perfect. She was beautiful, funny, gifted, and had lots of friends. Now though, now she was six feet underground, dead and cold. The truth is I missed my older sister. We fought a lot, almost every day. Despite that though, I missed her constant encouraging, her stubbornness, and her intolerance of hate. I missed everything about her. Alaska was important, special. And then she was taken away from this world, taken away from me.

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Baby, I was Born to Survive
Chapter 1

I remember the first day I set my eyes on that girl. It was the first real day of autumn with cold, crisp air that carried the scent of leaves, apples, and pumpkins. The sun was bright, but it wasn’t warm. My breath made puffs in the cold air. The leaves crunched underfoot as I walked to school. As I was walking up the steps to go inside the heated building that always smelled of bleach, and chalk, I looked to my right, where the oak trees were. Their leaves were all golden, red, and orange. Like fire, I thought, like blazing warmth. It was under those three oak trees that a girl sat. She was under the one closest to the school, eating an apple. She had headphones in, and was wearing a black leather bomber jacket, and dark jeans. Her shoes were simple gray Toms, her red hair was loose, wavy and fell to just above her shoulders. She took another bite of her apple, and glanced at me. Her face scrunched up in confusion. She continued chewing. I looked away, and ducked into the school. That beautiful, apple-eating, leather-jacket-wearing girl was stuck in my mind the rest of the morning.

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