Here it is. I hope you like it so far. There are some similarities between my story and Amber's... I just realized that... well, you know what they say, great minds think alike!!
We all sat against the cold stone wall of Stoneway Highschool. We watched a
few kids wander around, some people passed a partially deflated football from one
end of the parking lot to the other. I was sitting next to Emilia, my best friend since
second grade. Next to her sat Kyle, whom we all called Seven. As you moved down
the line, it was me, Emilia, Seven, Jay, Sara, and Pete.
I pulled my oversized hood over my head. I tucked my hands into my pocket
on the front of my sweatshirt and pulled my knees closer to my chest. Emilia put her
head on my shoulder and Seven pulled out a cigarette. He knew that if he got caught
with a cigarette on school property he would be in a deep, deep hole. But that’s
exactly what Seven lived for; excitement and danger.
I took a deep breath as Spencer walked out of the building and came towards
me. Spencer and I were an “item”, as some people called it. He and I had been best
friends for a few years, and we just always assumed to be together.
“Hey shorty.” he said, patting the top of my head and sitting next to me. The
wind blew some loose strands of hair into my face. I brushed them away and
continued looking blankly ahead.
“What’s wrong?” Spencer asked. I felt his hand creep around my back and to
my waist. “Something bothering you?”
I shook my head but didn’t say anything.
“Yeah, you have been quiet lately.” Emilia said, pulling her head off my
shoulder. She tucked her pink hair behind her ears and sat up straight. Her and I
snuck off last night to Seven’s house and dyed her hair bright pink. I’m glad she loves
it more than I do.
“Nothing,” I replied honestly. I just didn’t feel like talking. Or maybe it was the
fact that something truly was bothering me, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
The bell rang for 6th hour to begin.
“Is anyone going to class?” Jay asked. “I’m sure as hell not going to PE.”
We all shook our heads and no one got up. Spencer looked at me once more
and stood up.
“Come over here, Ky. I think we need to talk or something.” He held out his
hand for me to get up. I put my cold hand in his and he pulled me up from the
ground. He kept his fingers locked in mine and we walked to a corner away from
everyone else.
“Okay, Ky. You need to tell me what’s going on. Something’s wrong, and I
think it’s bugging me more than it’s bugging you.” he said. He looked straight at me
and I turned away. I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes.
“My mom’s having a baby.” I said. I opened my eyes and looked at the
astounded look on his face. “I know. Same thing I did when she told me.” I said. I
rolled my eyes and hugged my knees to my chest again.
Some people might think it’s a blessing to have a brother or sister being born.
I, Kyla, am already the oldest of 5. I have four younger siblings, ranging from the age
of 11 to two. Our family cannot afford another child, but my mother is strong against
abortion.
My dad drinks away all of our money and is never home. He has other kids
with other women, but it doesn’t even matter to me anymore. My mom is an
under-paid waitress at this musty, run-down restaurant three blocks from our house.
She walks to work because our oh-so-loving father took our only car and fled to
California.
My mom gets paid barely $5.00 an hour. We make enough to eat, but I have
gotten myself my own job to pay for my own clothes and food. With baby number six
coming, I can only wonder how we will survive on $5.00 an hour and not knowing
who the baby’s daddy is.
Spencer didn’t say anything, he just sat next to me and hugged me. He knew
exactly how hard it was for me, because he was the second oldest of four kids. He
was almost in the same position I was.
I already take care of the four kids of the family most of the time. I am only 16,
yet I work harder than my mom does. Mom works all day and all night trying to make
a living. I sometimes have to work while she does, and then Spencer graciously comes
to watch my brothers and sisters. Spencer has become a favorite around our house, a
lifesaver to me.
My 11 year-old sister, Samantha, also helps take care of Matthew, age six,
Kendra, age 4, and Alexis, who is two. My mom told me she hasn’t told anyone except
me yet, because she doesn’t want to scare any of the kids. You could even call them
my kids.
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