kakakayla

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Heyy, It's Kayla

Well Heyy there! The name's Kayla. Let's see here. What would you care to know about me? I'm really quiet but loud and super annoying at the same time. I'm 13 and I came into this crazy messed up world on September 9, 1997. I love writing and drawing. Even though I am pretty I suck at both of them. (: Oh I guess you can say I love Smileys (:
So I love writing! But I could really use some happy words & people telling me what they think. In order for me to keep writing I could really use some feedback! Tell me if you like the story and if I should keep going with it. Also if you have any ideas for my nex story that would also be greatly appreciated! One last thing, if you like my story please fav it. If I don't get faves I don't think anyone likes it. Then I might just stop it! So if you like it, fave it!
So this is my story account. My normal account is mine_forverxo so check that out if you want! Feel free to leave a comment or so & I will be sure to get back to you! Feel free to follow me. On either accounts, and I just might follow back. (: So...well...umm, I am kind of out of things to say, soo umm well... Bye!
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Lyrics of Mine
Chapter Two


“Wow, it’s so nice out tonight.” I said as we sat down at our table. It really was. The sun was about to go down, right over the lake. The different colors displayed over the water, the reflection of the pine trees from the shore. It really was perfect. Soon the sun would go all the way down, and the string of lights around the deck will turn on. The candles will be lit, and everything will be right. And people wonder why this is my favorite place. “It sure is Meghan.” Aaron said pulling my seat out for me to sit down. I ran my hands over my but, so my dress wouldn’t get wrinkled when I sat down.  I ordered the Chicken Parmesan, as usual, and Aaron ordered a cheeseburger, and usual. Things were going great. Nothing new, our dates were always great. We laughed the whole time, his laugh, infectious as ever. His Black T-shirt, and faded jeans looked absolutely amazing. Many people have said we looked good together. I kind of saw it too.  I guess you could say, I am kind of pretty, with my mid-back long hair & light blue eyes, and Aaron, with his dirty blond hair, handsome blue-green eyes, and that gorgeous voice of his that made all the girls jealous, that I had him, and they didn’t.  That sounds good, I have him, he has me, that’s all that matter. 

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Lyrics of Mine
Chapter One


I ran my fingers through my long chestnut hair as I waited in Aaron’s driveway. He claimed he just had to run into his house real quick to get a CD. But it’s been more 5 minutes, and I was growing restless in the front seat of his car. Getting out of the car, I smelled the freshly cut grass. Oh how I loved spring. Perfect weather for the restaurant down by the lake. Sitting down on the dock, with the lake in full view. Which is where we’re supposed to be going, if only Aaron wasn't taking forever. I marched into his house with full intentions to get him outside as soon as possible to make it to our reservations.  I walked through the door, into the big foyer, up the stairs into his bedroom.  I knew this path all too well. Up to his room. We have been dating for over a year, almost 2 years even, so of course I knew.  There he was pulling everything off its shelves, looking for the CD. “Come on honey, were going to be late.” I said pulling on his arm, much like a little kid with their parents. “But Meghan, I have to find it.” He said, looking on top of his dresser. This is typical Aaron, losing everything, and then waiting last minute to find it. “I’ll help you find it later, I want to go.” I said, watching him pulling at his shirt, nervous that he’ll never find it. “Fine, let’s go.” He said grabbing my hand, wrapping his fingers around mine, in a way that only he could do. He leaned in a kissed my forehead, before walking out the door, and down the stairs to his car. Aaron, disorganized, couldn’t catch a football for the life of him, master of lame jokes, musician. He played the guitar and sang, in such a way that made me fall in love with him. He was such a looser, but man, did I love him.  

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 Update on My Life As Bella:
So, I am thinking of stopping my story, My Life As Bella.
I think I kept without writing for to long that people may have lost interest.
So I might stop  writing it, unless people really want me to continue it. Then I know people haven't lost interest(:
And I will eventually make a new story when something comes to me.  And I already have a few ideas.
Sorry for keeping everyone waiting, I haven't had a had a new chapter in almost a month! I have been busy but things are now clearing up, so I should be able to start writing again!
Also if you haven't read my story, go ahead and check it out!! It's not very long at all! 
Thanks for reading everyone(:


 

My Life As Bella
Chapter Eight

 The next day went by fast. Wake up, school, home, mom. Mom.

When I got home from school I went straight to her room. She wasn’t there though.  Where was she? Then I heard her crying. I don’t know where she was. But I heard her. I thought it was coming from the bathroom, so I opened the door. There she was, sitting on the floor, holding another positive pregnancy test, crying. “Awe, mom what’s wrong?” I said in a soothing voice while getting down on the floor with her.  “Nothing in my life is going right. I don’t want to be like this. But, I don’t know. After your father died, I just lost control. I would be so lost without you.”  She said, with her voice cracking by the time she got to the end. So she did notice all the hard work I do. “Mom, we’ll get through this okay? I’ll help you. But you have to stop smoking, and drinking, for the sake of this baby. I’ll be with you, mom, every step of the way, but you have to make an effort as well.” I said. I do want to help her. I really do. “Okay I will try. I promise. And thank you. For everything.” She said, with thankful, teary, eyes. “I’ll go make an appointment for the doctor’s right now.  Okay mom?”  I said getting up off the floor. Then without saying anything, she got up off the floor too, and gave me a hug. I knew that she was thankful. And maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something new.  

 



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My Life As Bella
Chapter Six 

 

 The only thing on my mind is Mom. I mean how can she be pregnant? Her partying every day is definitely not good for the baby. In fact it’s horrible for it. Has she gone to the doctor’s yet to determine if the pregnancy test is even right? Does she even understand that she might pregnant? Does she even know who the father is? Probably not.  There is only one thing I can do right now. I have to go get Mom, get her all sober up, and talk to her about this.

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I drove to the bar as fast as I could, the only thing I could think about is my mom bring pregnant. It was raining, hard. And when I got there, mom was standing outside. Smoking. I parked the car and got out.  “Mom put that cigarette down. Now.” I said to my mother. “Why is my mother outside?” I asked the same bouncer that let me in the bar earlier. “She got too drunk miss. Got to loud, causing problems I suppose. The bartender and the owner sent her out.” He said. He was big and bulky, the type of person that might of scared me some other time. But right now, I must’ve had a boost of confidence, because he was a jerk.  You don’t let a lady sit outside in the pouring rain. He could’ve at least let her stand under the awning, or give her his hat, or something.  “Whatever.” I turned around back to Mom. “Mom, put the cigarette down. We’re leaving.”  She must of seen I was serious and not in the mood to argue. Or she realized she can’t go back into the bar. Because she threw that cigarette down and got in the car. “Oh mom, why didn’t you call me?” I said. I would’ve come pick her up. “I lost my phone somewhere in the bar.” Of course, she can’t keep track of anything when she’s drunk. “We were going home, okay? And you can get some rest; we have a lot to talk about tomorrow…”



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My Life As Bella
Chapter Five

By the time I would’ve of got back to school it would’ve been after lunch. So I decided to go home and make up my classes some other time. I have a few hours until the boys will be home, so I might as will pick up the toys in the living room and see what groceries we have for dinner.  Maybe go down to the store.  As I was walking across the kitchen to the refrigerator I saw a little, folded up piece of paper.  Me being curious opened it up. Ehh, it’s just some guy’s phone number. Nothing new, there are tons of them around the house.  Wait, is this a receipt on the back? Sure enough it was. It was for the pharmacy right down the street. Hold on, it’s for a pregnancy test?! My mom can’t be pregnant! She just can’t be. I ran to the bathroom in hopes of finding the pregnancy test. And right there on top of the pile of garbage in the trash can was a pregnancy test. Luckily, it was facing up so I didn’t have to touch it to see what it read.
And there it was. Right there. A little plus sign.  


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My Life As Bella
Chapter Four

"Come on Mom, we're leaving." I said once I got over to her. "I'm having such a good time though! Come on honey, Let loose! Let me get you a drink." She said swaying back and forth on the bar stool. "No mom. I'm 17, I'm not drinking. And were leaving." I can't believe her. No mother in their right mind would give their child alcohol. "No we're not." She said right before she fell off the bar stool. The creepy guy next to her catching her before hitting the ground. After she was positioned back on the stool I continued the argument. "Mom you called me, remember. I left school to come get you. And we're leaving right now. So get up, get your coat on and let's go." I said in my most forceful voice. I am really am tired of being the mom here. I am supposed to be the crazed teenager here. But instead of living my life I have to control her's. It's just not fair. "Don't you use that tone with your mother. We will leave when I want to leave." She said, she can't be serious. "Your not my mother. And you have no idea how to be one." And with that I left. She can find her own way home.

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My Life As Bella
Chapter Three

I arrived at Bucky’s Bar about 15 minutes after I got the call. I honked the horn to let my mom know where I was. I’m not even sure if that was going to help though, she is pretty drunk. She just might need some flashing lights and a sparkly sign to get her going in the right direction. After a few minutes and still no sign off her, I decided to just go in and get her. I’m mad. I really am. I mean she can’t keep living like this. It’s just not good for her. Getting drunk and high every single night, sleeping with every guy willing to do it with her, one of these days it’s going to get to her. And it won’t be good.  “Miss, I am going to need to see your ID.” The bouncer said at the door, jogging me out of my thoughts.  “I don’t have one. I need to get my mom.” I said rolling my eyes. I am 17 to God’s sake. I look like I’m 14, why would I have an ID. Idiot. “Well I’m not supposed to do this, but go along, hurry.”  I nodded my head and walked in to the Bar. It was crazy in here. There are a lot of people in here for a Wednesday morning. The sad thing is, they all probably have families, like my mom.  Mom. There she was, over by the bar. Downing another shot. There was a guy sitting next to her, and his hands were all over her, but she didn’t seem to care.

 


My Life As Bella
Chapter Two 

"Bzz! Bzz!" My phone was vibrating in my pocket during 3rd period. Mrs. Everest looked at me with death eyes. "Sorry, it's my mom." "Take it in the hall Bella." I got up out of my desk and walked into the hall. "Mom?" "Can you come pick me up?" She was drunk, her words were slurred. "Mom, I'm kind of at school in History. I just can't leave." Is she serious. You have to have a parental excuse in order to leave school early. "What are you doing at school at this hour. It's the middle of the night!" "Mom. No it's not. It's 10:30. Time for me to be in school. Time for you to be at work." I said rolling my eyes.  It's a wonder she hasn't lost her job yet. She never goes. But I am pretty sure she has 'something' going on with her boss, so he lets it slide. "Well, where has the time gone! So Bella can you come pick me up?" She asked. I  wonder were she is. Probably in the bathroom of a bar, or on some random guy's couch. It's a different story every night. "I need a pass." I said. "Let me talk to the teacher." What the heck! She is in know state to talk to my teacher, she is drunk! But whatever I have nothing to loose. Mrs. Everest doesn't even like me to begin with. I walked back into the class room with my hand over the mouth piece. "Mrs. Everest? My mother wants to talk to you." She grabbed the phone and walked out into the hall. After a few minutes of standing there awkwardly, She came back in. "Bella, your excused. Your mother...um...needs you right now."