chapter one

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         My story begins on March 31st 1995 was the day I was brought into this world three mouths premature , my parents were Nicolai and Mark Dennis my organs were rushed by the doctors so I could live as well as suffering damage from the early birth I died once for a minute or two so I have bin told by my mum.  I waded less then a bag of shugger, the top of my head would fit your finger tips my feet would just reach the bottom of your hand. My skin was almost see-through dew to it don’t devepling proply. My older sister Sophie was 4 years older then me and to this day she still cells me a alien I am 20 know and still living strong, of cores being born early I didn’t get away with it lightly we travailed a lot dew to my dad being in the R.A.F (Role air force) so we never settled in one place for to long my mum told me that we lived in Germany at one point but I was still a baby I  wouldn’t even rambler which she is right I don’t. when I was 4 or 5 ( cant remember witch)  we settled in Boston, Lincolnshire  I was put into back then was celled Boston west promiy school. I remember my first day going into a classroom full of kids people I never new.

I was terrified but plucked up the cureg  to go and sit dawn, I was never one for talking much espely people I didn’t know the day I remembered the most was year 2 , I was sat on the carpit and the teacher was celling peoples names out each time they got there name celled they put there hand up in the air letting the teacher know who they were. I was trying to keep to myself  I felt being quit no one would notices me but I was wrong. There was a ash blond hired girl who was sat next to me she had bright blue/ grey eyes that you could get lost in she was very pretty I sat there keeping to myself but I could take my eyes off her just same to me memorized by her. The teacher celled her name “Anita Downy” she celled in a happy and chery voice “here miss” replayed Anita, the teacher smiles and looked dawn at her clip board she had in her hand. My name hadn’t bin celled out yet an I was dredging it. “ Kaylee Dennis” her voice rang in my eyes I remember almost jumping as she said it. I didn’t say anything, maybe there was another Kaylee in the room, maybe I wasn’t the only one. I felt Anita’s eyes on me she smiled at me as the teacher shouted my name again “ Kaylee Dennis” she spoke sounding little irtaed  “here miss” I whispered raseing my hand slightly , I could feel all the other kids starting at me already jugging me. She begun the class started tulking about something  but I just kept looking at Anita “ hi” she spoke her voice was soft like silk it marched her perfectly.

 “hi” I smiled at her

“my name Anita, what’s yours?” she said he a happy tone

“I am Kaylee” I wisped

“its nice to meet to Kaylee” she seid. for the rest of the day we got to know each other, our likes and dislikes as well as playing tagged on our brakes. That was the first day I had made a friend before then I was playing games on my own and keeping to myself but then I met Anita we went every were together, we went over each to each others houses to sleep orthogh it was mainly hers dew to being able to walk there so esly. She was there for me all the time even the hard times she was only a few mouths younger then me so we were both the same age. School was hard for me I got measly bullied for not being able to read, wright and spell this maybe me go into myself at the age of 6 I was feeling very low but every time I was Anita was there to make me smile. It came to the point were I hat to have extra lessons to be abel to read even know I still cant read to well the teachers use to cell me lazy because I wasn’t trying when I was trying as much as I could but it was so hard, the wards moved around on the pages and I couldn’t rap my tunge around the sounds that they made. As well as this going on I use to ether hold myself or I would end up wetting and poo myself why I was at school it became rootean for the staff at the school taking me out of class to get cleaned up they became fed up of it and I hat to take my dirty unaware home all the time this just upset me and enbarust me more, my mum was never happy to heir that it had happed again.

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