Dormans

Chapter 1

1. Derrick? Where are you?

Derrick Dorman left last week to Britain to complete his education, and never once would I have thought that I would miss him. Why? Well for starters, even though he and I are friends and we do have decent conversations that make me smile, I thought I would be happy to see him continue his life in Britain, get a cute British girlfriend and the tattoo he's been obsessing about, I get this uneasy feeling that something's wrong, which is why I.. Kaylin Ann Souza am currently on Facebook, debating with Kristin, my best friend as to why I should NOT message him, completely off topic I know but hey ! What can you do?

~Kristin~: you just want to talk to him because you miss him

_Kaylin_: no! I just have a weird feeling about him...

~Kristin~: love?

_Kaylin_: no you nitwit! I feel like he's in trouble or something

~Kristin~: really?

_Kaylin_: yeah...

~Kristin~: aww you like him! I knew this day would come!

_Kaylin_: gah! I don't like him! Never mind ill just talk to him!

~Kristin~: okay!! Bye! See you tomorrow then!

_Kaylin_: bye

~Kristin~: bye!

That was a strangely short chat, but never mind, at least I can chat with Derrick now, without any interruptions, I guess. Sighing and ruffling up my wavy chocolate brown locks, I click at Derrick's name, pleased to see that he's online, I hope this goes well.

_kaylin_: hey Derrick!

Derrick Dorman: hey

_kaylin_: how's Britain?

Derrick Dorman: it's okay...

_kaylin_: oh that's good! Nick and Harris miss you

Derrick Dorman: yeah I know... They'll be visiting me this week

_kaylin_: that's good... But what about school

Derrick Dorman: Idk... But they'll do something.

_kaylin_: oh...

Derrick Dorman: listen... Can you do me a favor?

_kaylin_: sure

Derrick Dorman: stop messaging me

_kaylin_: why?

Derrick Dorman: idk just stop

_kaylin_: give me a reason

Derrick Dorman: I don't have a reason just stop!

_kaylin_: no! Give me a proper reason and ill stop!

Derrick Dorman: I don't want you to get hurt!

_kaylin_: hurt? Why would I get hurt? It's not like ill be kidnapped or something

Derrick Dorman: maybe... Please kaylin, don't.

_kaylin_: okay...

Bye Derrick

Derrick Dorman: bye... Sorry

_kaylin_: it's okay

Sighing, I close the chat and Facebook, before I lay down on my bed, hugging a baby blanket of mine for comfort, whilst staring at my ceiling which was painted like the night sky.

Why would he ask me to stay away?

Is he okay?

Is he in trouble?

Is his family okay?

Derrick? Where are you?

All these questions swirled around my head as my eyes started drooping, letting out a yawn, I remove my black square glasses, and place them on the table next to me. Just as I was about to sleep, a beep rang from my phone, signaling a message. Half asleep, checked the message, a smile spreading through my face, before peaceful slumber took over me.

Derrick: I miss you

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"Kaylin sweetie, wake up" now most moms have the tender way of waking their kids up, but my mom prefers... Tickle mornings, which usually results in me falling off the bed with a loud thump! And today was no exception. Well, except the fact that it is the bloody weekend!

"Why the heck did you wake me up so early mum?" I groaned, my purple quilt tangled around my legs, by now I was propped up on my elbows and looking at my mom... sleepiness as evident as the drool hanging out of my mouth.

Attractive, I know

"A few men are outside! They claim to have seen your talent in singing and want to sign you for their record!" Exclaimed my mum. Without even giving me time to reply, she yanks me up, before pushing me towards my bathroom to freshen up.

I've never had a quicker shower in my life, which was why I am now yanking over my favorite blue jeans, whilst tugging a flowery top over my head. Sometimes I wish I could be smarter because, I am on the floor, impersonating a worm on ecstasy as I try putting on my jeans. Finally, I complete, and I exit my room, licking my palm before sniffing it to check for any stink. Satisfied, I trot down the stairs, until I see men, in FBI style uniforms, holding my mum at gun point, her face turning blue due to lack of oxygen. But before I could even scream, a throbbing pain shot through my head and all I could see was darkness.