FINDING KYRA

Chapter One.

A/N -Hopefully,y'all my breeds enjoy this book. I'm actually feeling this story more than more others on my page. So I hope you enjoy and Vomment. ;))

CHAPTER ONE

Walking into 7th period classes be the worst. I should drop this class and just enroll in Mr.Victorian's class. We're way behind in history while they're ahead of us. We should be up to the Civil War not the Revolutionary War.

Sighing, I took my seat in the 3rd row, second seat by the window. I took out all the stuff that was needed for this class and just chilled until Mr.Chang comes into the classroom. Students started to pile into the room, with every student that came , the room started getting louder.

My head started to hurt.

Our school is partially based on stereotypes. There's the jocks,the cheerleaders,the "emo's",the nerds, and the "normals". To be honest, to me, everybody are on the same social ladder. Nobody is any different from the other.

So when Mr.Chang came in the classroom yelling like never before, I wanted to freaking yell at the top of my lungs.

"Everybody shut the hell up! We got work to do!" Suprisely everybody actually shut up. Probably because nobody saw the short, Asian teacher looking like an angry bull, for the first time. Usually he's always on his phone, or laptop doing only God knows what.

Sighing in relief, we actually going to start something and not some stupid worksheets that I'm pretty sure everybody would fail, including me.

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Brinnng!!!

Tugging a small smile at my lips, I tied my hair into a ponytail and exited the school, and sniffed in the autumn air. Smiling it felt as if someone was holding me in a closed, the type of hold that's loving. Closing my eyes, I sighed in content. As I walked home, I couldn't hold the fact of how lovely out here looks. It looks almost golden.

As I reached the corner of May street, I saw my peach cobbler house come to view. Frowning a bit, I crossed the street and opened my white waist length gates.

Sighing, I opened my front door, to only be welcomed by quietness. Struggling my shoulders,I rested my bag near the kitchen entrance and took an apple, sat on the island seats and looked out the kitchens window.

Watching kids play outside their lawns, families walking home, or going somewhere for the weekend with smiles on their faces. I sometimes envy how they can be a family, have the moment of feel and love and welcoming and...care. To share true smiles with each other.

Throwing my half eaten apple in the garbage, I was about to exit the kitchen until I saw a note attached to the wall.

Hey sweetie, this is mom. There's a couple of 20's in your room.I probably won't be here for the whole weekend. Take care! :)).

If you want me to take care,you should be here taking care of me. I crumbled up the paper and threw it in the trash.

Walking up stairs, I opened my blinds. Looking back, at my backyard I remember when I was a kid me and ma, would always play around until she's started doing whatever she's doing now. She sometimes be gone for weeks, without no type of calls, no messages, no nothing. I sometimes want my old mother back, the one that actually cares about me,talk to me, and just be there...really.

I got up and plugged in my mp3 stereo and turned on Misguided Ghost by Paramore. I jumped on my bed landing on my back, fingers folded on top of my stomach.I looked up at the ceiling wondering... what would it be like to just give up. To be with my dad. But if I think about it he'll would be disappointed if I just gave up my life from depression. He would want me to succeed in life, to just overcome the feeling of loneliness.

... to overcome my fear...

The sunset was making its turn and so I fell asleep slowly, as my favorite song In The Mourning by Paramore starts playing.

As I felt a tear shed, I fell asleep with a smile thinking about father.