KaylaHarleighxoxo
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My name is Kayla and i like to sing.
Hello , my name is Kayla , I'm 16 and i live in new jersey,
new jersey sucks, my best friend doesn't live here, the girls here
are all fake and the boys are immature
i was bullied from elementary school, all throughout
middle school but once i got to high school it stopped,
people are so nice to me now , people who would call
me names like and ugly last year, all want
to be my friend. I don't deal with that. I used to be so
nice to everyone, but I'm not anymore, because i
was so nice to people and everyone treated my like
so i stopped being nice, i simply became the biggest ever.
My best friend i mentioned earlier that doesn't like in new jersey
her name is Michelle and she lives in new York. Michelle
is my sanity, she's the best best best friend i could ever ask for.
she's like a sister to me and i love her so much, i just wish i could
see her more because i hate how we barely see each other
but it's okay because i know that our friendship will never die
unlike all of the other girls i though were my "best friends" Michelle
isn't a two-face, dumb , bitchy attention who will do anything
for popularity which is why i love her. she doesn't care what people say
about her, and she's a genuinely great person.
Hello , my name is Kayla , I'm 16 and i live in new jersey,
new jersey sucks, my best friend doesn't live here, the girls here
are all fake and the boys are immature
i was bullied from elementary school, all throughout
middle school but once i got to high school it stopped,
people are so nice to me now , people who would call
me names like and ugly last year, all want
to be my friend. I don't deal with that. I used to be so
nice to everyone, but I'm not anymore, because i
was so nice to people and everyone treated my like
so i stopped being nice, i simply became the biggest ever.
My best friend i mentioned earlier that doesn't like in new jersey
her name is Michelle and she lives in new York. Michelle
is my sanity, she's the best best best friend i could ever ask for.
she's like a sister to me and i love her so much, i just wish i could
see her more because i hate how we barely see each other
but it's okay because i know that our friendship will never die
unlike all of the other girls i though were my "best friends" Michelle
isn't a two-face, dumb , bitchy attention who will do anything
for popularity which is why i love her. she doesn't care what people say
about her, and she's a genuinely great person.
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I
wish you would just
show up on my doorstep.
Not with anything special,
just you.
And when I’d open the door, you’d smile.
And while I’m trying to figure out what you’re
doing here,
you’d tell me how hard the past months have been,
how much you’ve thought about me.
And then you’d take me into your arms .
Then you’d grab my face and kiss me,
and everything would be
perfect
.
Me 50% of the time: I want to do well in school
and make my parents proud and wear pretty clothes and do yoga and
drink green tea and be in control of my life
Me the other 50%: I want to drink too much and not care about anyone and kiss boys whose names I don't remember and always go out with my friends and be out of control
Me actually: *sitting in my bed, Wittying, listening to music or watching TV, eating, crying, doing nothing all day long*
Me the other 50%: I want to drink too much and not care about anyone and kiss boys whose names I don't remember and always go out with my friends and be out of control
Me actually: *sitting in my bed, Wittying, listening to music or watching TV, eating, crying, doing nothing all day long*
in his arms
Chapter
22
I crawled in through my
window, being as soundless as possible. I snuck Anthony one last
kiss from outside the window, and shut it almost all the way.
I kept the light off as I changed out of the wet, sandy clothes and into dry, clean ones.
I pulled out my bucket list and crossed off everything I’d done that night.
7. Sneak out
of the house.
11. Go skinny dipping.
15. Have a picnic.
21. Kiss in the
rain.
As I was putting it away, there was a gentle knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Morgan stood in the doorway, her hair a raging mess and her eyes smudged with last night’s makeup. “Where have you been?”
“What?” I breathed.
“Where have you been?” she repeated. “I came in here earlier tonight looking for you. To make sure you were still breathing. And you’re gone.”
I looked her straight in the eyes, and I knew I couldn’t lie to her. I’d never lied before; I hadn’t done anything worth lying over.
“Anthony came around. He wanted to spend a little time with me.”
She rolled her eyes and shrugged a hip. “Kaitlyn, you can’t sneak out like that.”
I sighed and threw the sopping wet clothes in the corner. She followed them with her eyes. “Why are those clothes wet?”
“We went swimming too, okay?”
She buried her face in her hands. “Kail, do you understand how sick you are? You can’t do that! You could’ve passed out or gotten an illness. You need to know your own body—“
“Stop trying to act like my mother, Morgan,” I grumbled. “You’re my sister, not my mom.”
“Well someone has to be.”
“I’m fine on my own.”
“You don’t have to be alone though, Kaitlyn. You have Aidan and I, and Anthony. We’re here for you. You seem to be stuck on the fact that you’re completely alone, that you have to do this alone. You’re allowed to have help, you know.”
“I don’t want it. I’m fine.”
“You’re not!” she exclaimed. “Look at you! You’re always picking fights with me and you never even talk to Aidan anymore. He used to be like a brother to you. I was your best friend and now I feel like I’m walking on eggshells when I’m around you. And you’re hanging out with some boy who sneaks out of the house doing God-knows-what—“ She stopped short, eyeing me. “You didn’t drink or so drugs, or anything bad tonight, right?”
I felt my face grow red. “No.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“Did you get high? What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“You did smoke! I knew it!”
“I lost my virginity, okay?” I breathed, and as I said the words aloud for the first time, it hit me how real they were.
Her eyes widened as she staggered back, like she’d just been hit. “You know, Kail, I can’t help you unless you want to help yourself,” she told me.
“Well, lucky for you, I’m going back to the hospital tomorrow. You won’t have to deal with or worry about me anymore.”
She sighed heavily. “That might not be a bad thing.”
So this chapter and like the next six chapters are really super boring. Sorrry.
& I finished writing the story yesterday. It's 65 chapters long. So it'll be a while before you read the end (;
*I don't notify, please don't ask.*
I kept the light off as I changed out of the wet, sandy clothes and into dry, clean ones.
I pulled out my bucket list and crossed off everything I’d done that night.
As I was putting it away, there was a gentle knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Morgan stood in the doorway, her hair a raging mess and her eyes smudged with last night’s makeup. “Where have you been?”
“What?” I breathed.
“Where have you been?” she repeated. “I came in here earlier tonight looking for you. To make sure you were still breathing. And you’re gone.”
I looked her straight in the eyes, and I knew I couldn’t lie to her. I’d never lied before; I hadn’t done anything worth lying over.
“Anthony came around. He wanted to spend a little time with me.”
She rolled her eyes and shrugged a hip. “Kaitlyn, you can’t sneak out like that.”
I sighed and threw the sopping wet clothes in the corner. She followed them with her eyes. “Why are those clothes wet?”
“We went swimming too, okay?”
She buried her face in her hands. “Kail, do you understand how sick you are? You can’t do that! You could’ve passed out or gotten an illness. You need to know your own body—“
“Stop trying to act like my mother, Morgan,” I grumbled. “You’re my sister, not my mom.”
“Well someone has to be.”
“I’m fine on my own.”
“You don’t have to be alone though, Kaitlyn. You have Aidan and I, and Anthony. We’re here for you. You seem to be stuck on the fact that you’re completely alone, that you have to do this alone. You’re allowed to have help, you know.”
“I don’t want it. I’m fine.”
“You’re not!” she exclaimed. “Look at you! You’re always picking fights with me and you never even talk to Aidan anymore. He used to be like a brother to you. I was your best friend and now I feel like I’m walking on eggshells when I’m around you. And you’re hanging out with some boy who sneaks out of the house doing God-knows-what—“ She stopped short, eyeing me. “You didn’t drink or so drugs, or anything bad tonight, right?”
I felt my face grow red. “No.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“Did you get high? What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“You did smoke! I knew it!”
“I lost my virginity, okay?” I breathed, and as I said the words aloud for the first time, it hit me how real they were.
Her eyes widened as she staggered back, like she’d just been hit. “You know, Kail, I can’t help you unless you want to help yourself,” she told me.
“Well, lucky for you, I’m going back to the hospital tomorrow. You won’t have to deal with or worry about me anymore.”
She sighed heavily. “That might not be a bad thing.”
So this chapter and like the next six chapters are really super boring. Sorrry.
& I finished writing the story yesterday. It's 65 chapters long. So it'll be a while before you read the end (;
*I don't notify, please don't ask.*
More Than Friends
c h a p t e r / / s e v e n
WHAT?!
What did he mean?
Who does he love?
Does he love me?
Oh. My. Gosh.
No, no, no. He doesn't love. My best friend Carson does not love me.
He was talking about someone else.
"Hey guys, can I talk to Carson?" I interrupt their strange conversation.
Carson and Kenny jump and I can tell Carson is nervous that I just heard everything he said.
Which I did.
"Yeah, talk to you later Carson." Kenny says walking off.
Carson glares at me. "What do you want Amy?"
"For you to forgive me."
"I don't want to forgive you." Carson says, avoiding eye contact.
"Look, we've been best friends for so many years. And you're going to let one fight ruin our friendship?"
Because he loves you and you called him a liar and a horrible best friend.
"You know Cole is a liar and you actually believed him. I've never lied to you, Ames. I never will."
"I'm sorry. I only believed him because he actually promised.."
"Well your boyfriend breaks a lot of promises." Carson says, and then walks off.
Is he ever going to forgive me?
*
*
"What's number two?" I ask Cole.
It was after school and Cole and I were doing some homework together.
Carson didn't talk to me at all. He only glared at me.
I saw him in the hallways always smiling and then when he saw me, he would frown or look angry.
"Why do you sound and look so sad, Amy? It's annoying me."
"Nothing is wrong!" I lie.
"It's about Carson, isn't it?" Cole asks.
"Maybe..."
"Oh my gosh, Amy. Get over it!"
This made me angry.
How could Cole even say that to me? He was the one who lied to me, and made me think Carson was the liar.
"Excuse me?"
"I said get over it, Amy! You and him were too close for my liking anyway. Who cares if you aren't friends, you have me."
"Really Cole? Carson is a whole lot better than you. All you care about is your popularity! You lie to me constantly about every single thing! All Carson ever did was care for me and he never lied to me. Not once. I'd rather have him as my best friend than for you to be my boyfriend!"
"If you really mean that, I'll leave." Cole says sternly.
"Good." I grit my teeth. "Get out."
Cole stands up, grabs his things, and slams the door shut.
A tear falls from my eye. Not because of Cole but because of Carson.
My door opens and I look over to see who it is.
"I forgive you."
NOTE: Please go back and fave the others!!! Thanks for reading:)
How am
I supposed to make life choices when I still use my fingers to
count and sing the whole alphabet to see what letter comes
next?
I went to go pick my sister up after school to take her to the mall, and I saw her and her group of friends, and I yelled:
"Get in loser, we're going shopping!"
All her friends think I'm the coolest brother ever, and she hates me, but it was worth it.
theres a drunk guy outside singing what makes you beautiful to a
tree. So I opened my window and started playing the actual song
and He just got so happy. He looked at the sky and yelled,
"you're beautiful too, Jesus"
nmq:)
nmq:)
