Serena
"You have no idea what I've gone through!" the girl tearfully screams at me.
"You're right. I don't. I have no idea what you've gone through, but that doesn't mean I don't care," I say calmly.
"Why would you care? You don't even know me."
"And you don't know me. How would you know that I don't?"
Kayla hesitates a little before answering.
"Because sometimes, not even being related to someone is enough to make them want to care. My own goddamned mother didn't even stick around long enough for me to remember what she even looks like!"
"Growing up must have been pretty awkward."
"You have no idea," Kayla says, grimacing a little.
"I apparently never do."
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"I had to sit on the edge of the bathtub and listen to my dad read out the instructions on a box of Tampax," she continues, cracking a small smile. A blanket is wrapped around her shoulders, and we're waiting for her to be examined.
I watch Jamie and Ashleigh play with the small chá mesa, tabela in the corner. Kayla's eyes follow my gaze.
"Is that your daughter?" Kayla asks me, unexpectedly.
"Yes."
"You look really young for a mom."
"I'm twenty-three. I had her when I was twenty."
"It wasn't planned, was it?"
"No. My boyfriend was helping me mover in and it went way too far. I ran away when I found out."
"Does he even know?"
"He didn't." The words are heavy in my mouth.
"What do you mean por 'didn't'?" she asks curiously.
"I saw him in a playground today."
Kayla's eyes widened and said, "You have a very unorthodox life, you know that, right?"
"Yeah. Kinda like you."
"Pretty much," she admits.
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"Kayla West?" a studious-looking nurse with a clipboard says.
"Here," I call out.
"Will you come in with me?" Kayla whispers, sounding like a little girl afraid of the dark.
"Only if you want me to."
"You have no idea what I've gone through!" the girl tearfully screams at me.
"You're right. I don't. I have no idea what you've gone through, but that doesn't mean I don't care," I say calmly.
"Why would you care? You don't even know me."
"And you don't know me. How would you know that I don't?"
Kayla hesitates a little before answering.
"Because sometimes, not even being related to someone is enough to make them want to care. My own goddamned mother didn't even stick around long enough for me to remember what she even looks like!"
"Growing up must have been pretty awkward."
"You have no idea," Kayla says, grimacing a little.
"I apparently never do."
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"I had to sit on the edge of the bathtub and listen to my dad read out the instructions on a box of Tampax," she continues, cracking a small smile. A blanket is wrapped around her shoulders, and we're waiting for her to be examined.
I watch Jamie and Ashleigh play with the small chá mesa, tabela in the corner. Kayla's eyes follow my gaze.
"Is that your daughter?" Kayla asks me, unexpectedly.
"Yes."
"You look really young for a mom."
"I'm twenty-three. I had her when I was twenty."
"It wasn't planned, was it?"
"No. My boyfriend was helping me mover in and it went way too far. I ran away when I found out."
"Does he even know?"
"He didn't." The words are heavy in my mouth.
"What do you mean por 'didn't'?" she asks curiously.
"I saw him in a playground today."
Kayla's eyes widened and said, "You have a very unorthodox life, you know that, right?"
"Yeah. Kinda like you."
"Pretty much," she admits.
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"Kayla West?" a studious-looking nurse with a clipboard says.
"Here," I call out.
"Will you come in with me?" Kayla whispers, sounding like a little girl afraid of the dark.
"Only if you want me to."
How I long to be back in my sweet haven,
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I amor being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
Or get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I amor being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
Or get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Fire.
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for you to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering you with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can amor be tamed? No
amor is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do you dare to play a fire's game??
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for you to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering you with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can amor be tamed? No
amor is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do you dare to play a fire's game??
Evlynn
OK, so, with the holidays and the business of school, I have decided NO party chapter. I won't be able to write it for a while, anyway. So, let me just put it this way:
Over the span of.. let's say 6 weeks, Miranda, Sam and Alexander became better friends, and Sam still had a crush on Alex. Sam was still friends with Skye, but, being with the popular crowd, was pulled away and restricted from "hanging with the nobobdies."
Soon, Skye's friendship with her became a hatred and a fogo started and now, she hates Sam. So, Sam, Alex and Marie are all on friends terms (Alex and Sam.. well, lil' higher) and Skye is frienemies with Sam.
Over the span of.. let's say 6 weeks, Miranda, Sam and Alexander became better friends, and Sam still had a crush on Alex. Sam was still friends with Skye, but, being with the popular crowd, was pulled away and restricted from "hanging with the nobobdies."
Soon, Skye's friendship with her became a hatred and a fogo started and now, she hates Sam. So, Sam, Alex and Marie are all on friends terms (Alex and Sam.. well, lil' higher) and Skye is frienemies with Sam.
Shaped roughly from the rain.
Jagged crevices cut crudely
Not enough patience.
They rudely act out of duty.
Except for the movement that exists here
While the Spheres wait patiently for years
To be tormented from the cemented clouds
However their ever so patient, ever so patient.
Waiting for an ending of the intelligent, ignorant, belligerent.
The battle scarred unknowns secretly wait alone.
For the intricate impatients to lay ruined in lacerations.
Petty conflicts of constant greed, destroying all nations.
So the weather hardened unknowns, wait to be alone.
Jagged crevices cut crudely
Not enough patience.
They rudely act out of duty.
Except for the movement that exists here
While the Spheres wait patiently for years
To be tormented from the cemented clouds
However their ever so patient, ever so patient.
Waiting for an ending of the intelligent, ignorant, belligerent.
The battle scarred unknowns secretly wait alone.
For the intricate impatients to lay ruined in lacerations.
Petty conflicts of constant greed, destroying all nations.
So the weather hardened unknowns, wait to be alone.
