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“Kyla, what happened?” Spencer asked. I sat down on the couch and stared out the window.
“She’s dead, Spencer. They delivered the twins, but she didn’t make it.” My chin started to quiver and my eyesight went blurry. Big, wet tears dropped onto the sleeves of my shirt. Spencer just watched me for a while, and finally he hugged me. I heard him sniffle a few times and realized that he was crying, too.
“Come stay at my house, okay? You and all the kids. Bring all the money you have and come stay with us. My mother will take you to pick up the kids tomorrow, okay?” he said. He kissed me, and then spoke again. “Everything will be okay, I promise.”
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That poor girl!!
But poor you!!
WRITE MORE, it is WONDERFUL! You are such a good writer! Keep it up!
Ash :D
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yay, spencer is cool! poor kyla!
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I stood up and grabbed the wall to steady myself. I grabbed the kid’s coats and a bag full of clothes and the $250 I had saved ever since Matthew was born. I planned to have Spencer’s mom, Frieda, bring me back over to the house tomorrow to pick up the baby things.
I took my mother’s keys and her minivan and we packed everyone in. I had just gotten my license 3 months ago, but hadn’t driven much. We drove the 5 minutes to Spencer’s house and unpacked. Frieda wanted to ask me what happened, but I saw Spencer shake his head and tell her he would tell her later.
Erica and Jeremy seemed surprised to see us. Matthew told them we were staying for a few days and Erica began to jump up and down. I forced a smile and hugged them both. I put my bag into Spencer’s room and sat on his bed. Soon Samantha came and sat with me, and Spencer appeared in the door. He smiled and left us alone.
“Did Mom die?” she asked. I was surprised at her bluntness, but I nodded. Another tear made a path down my cheek and landed on my jeans. I sighed and laid on Spencer’s bed. Samantha began to cry and curled up next to me. I hugged her and cried with her; both of us huddled in a little ball, lifeless, motherless, and hopeless.
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Name the PT'er who volunteers at a Horse Camp every year.
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I think you posted the question in the wrong thread... ;)
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:o :o :o :o :o REALLY didn't realize I did that... OMFG... :o:o:o
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how about more story? ;) ;)
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A teaser paragraph... :)
I woke up the next morning and saw Spencer lying on the bed next to me. He was peacefully sleeping, like nothing was wrong. My mouth dropped; had I slept with him? It felt really awkward, and I nearly jumped out of the bed. I hadn’t even noticed him come in. I must have fallen asleep on one side and Samantha hadn’t. It wasn’t that his bed was terribly small… I climbed out of the bed and put on a sweatshirt. I looked over at Spencer’s alarm clock. It was 4:30 in the morning. I sighed and went to the living room.
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I do beleave this is labled ASHLEY ABUSE!!
You can't do this to me! WHY!! What have I done to deserve this!!
WONDERFUL story! KEEP WRITING!! That last paragraph WAS a teaser and now I MUST know more!
Ashley
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i think it's Shannon abuse too! so like...write more....and post it....yay!
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more story porfavor! (that was me asking in spanish caus ei forgot the word for more and story :rolleyes: ) lol
