I woke up to bright light. I opened my eyes and realized where I was. Leon had picked me up yesterday. I would be staying with him for a while. The room was black. I knew right then it was Leon room. I did not remember all of last night just parts. Me and Leon talked for quite a while. I had told him about the ride with Chris and what happened with mom and Chris in the hospital. It was Sunday morning. I had to finish getting my stuff from my mom's house. I got out of the bed and went to the bathroom. On my way down the hall I saw the guest door open. I did not wanna be noisy. I looked in the room and saw Leon sleeping. Had he let me sleep in his room. I had to thank him when he woke up. I felt hungry so I went down stairs to the kitchen. I heard someone doing the dishes. It had to be Leon's mom or dad. I almost fell on my way down the stairs.
"Leon is that you?" It was Leon's mom. Mrs. Smith.
"No it's Layla." I turned the corner into the kitchen.
"Well good morning sweetheart. How are you feeling."
"Better thank you." I grabbed a bowl, the milk, and some cereal.
"If you want you can help me make breakfast." I looked up at her. She was smiling. I loved when she smiled. She was so pretty.
"Sure, I would love to Mrs. Smith.
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Layla's story
Lãng mạnA/N: this is a full edit on Layla's story the original one hope you love this one better Layla lives in Miami, Florida. When a new school year she has a unexpected turn in her plans of school she went through a journey of promises, broken promises...
