They Don't Know About Us

Chapter 1

(Kayla's POV.)

It was dark and pretty late. I was in a car. I'm now 5 years old and we're driving home from the fair. I remember being asleep and dreaming of cotton candy, being 5. I could faintly hear my parents' conversation.

"Honey?" My mother asked my father.

"Yes dear?" He answered.

"What are we going to do with Kayla?" She asked him. He took a deep breath.

"I don't know. Can we talk about this later? I'm really tired from going on all those roller coasters with Kay," he said. My mother laughed.

"Oh alright," she said. I opened my eyes and sat up rubbing them.

"Mamma?" I asked.

"Yes darling?" She asked.

"When we gonna be home?" I asked. She turned around and rubbed cheek.

"Soon," she said. She turned back around and I was then lurched forward and hit my head on my fathers seat, and the next second was upside down.

"Kayla!? Are you okay!" My mother panicked.

"Mommy!" Was all I could say before I herd the scream of my mother. I looked out of the window across from me and saw a truck headed straight towards us. Then I blacked out.

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Sirens. Police officers. Blood on the ground. I looked to the left I my left and saw our little car was crushed. Literally. Crushed. I looked around me in panic.

"Mommy? Daddy?" I asked hopping that they could hear me. I sat up but there was an instant pain in my right elbow and left knee. I looked down only to realize I was laying on a bed! (A/N: it's a stretcher. She's five give her a break! )

My dream changed from the road setting so I was now sitting in my room with my father 2 days later.

"Where's mommy?" I asked my father looking down at my cast around my leg. A tear trickled down his cheek.

"She's gone," he muttered, another tear falling down his cheek.

"B-But where!" I question pulling on the sleeve of his Tuxedo.

"She's just... gone."

I screamed as I sat up in my bed. I looked at the date on my calendar just to make sure I wasn't stuck in 2001. It's August 4, 2013. My dad barged through the door of my bed room and ran to my queen bed, kneeling next to me.

"What is it?" He question. I started shaking at the memory of my mother. "Is it the same one?" He asked me. I nodded my head 'yes.'

For the past week I've been having the same nightmare over and over again every night. My father rubbed my back trying to make me stop shaking.

"Do you remember what she looked like?" He asked. I looked at him strangely. He had never asked me this question before. I looked at the ceiling of my room, trying to remember her.

"She had, mmm... Chocolate brown hair like mine." As I described my mother a memory popped into my head. It was the 4th of July and we were out on the street watching the fireworks overhead. We were laughing and running around with sparklers. "She had Emerald green eyes and a white perfect smile. She was tall, like you and was very thin," I said. "I remember her having a great since of humor and I also remember her telling me magical stories at bedtime." I felt a tear trickle down my cheek and into my lap. I felt my father wrap his arm around me and I leaned my head on him shoulder.

"I miss her daddy," I said. He took a deep breath.

"I miss her too, honey," he said. "Well, you better try to get to sleep. Night sweet heart," he said walking out of my master bedroom. When I saw his light go out I pulled out my laptop from under my bed. I knew that if I went back to bed I'd keep having the same nightmare. I opened up a knew tab and logged onto my gmail. I had 4 emails from Alexis, my bestie, and some random ones from like apple and teen magazines. I deleted the ones from apple, knowing that they were just advertising crap people don't need. I opened the ones from Lexi and smiled at the first one.

Hey gurly!!! :D I'm going 2 the mall 2morrow if u wanna come? Txt me!!

I laughed. I knew her other ones would be "reminders." I opened the one from the magazine company I order from and I rolled my eyes.

One Direction comes to LA in 3 days!

I rolled my eye, closed the stupid email and deleted it. Just to let you all know I hate, and I mean HATE, One Direction. They think they're so talented when really they're just five stuck up British, and Irish, boys! Sorry. I just really don't like them. I opened a message box and typed in Lexi's email address.

Hey... :/

She responded instantly.

What's wrong?

I just keep having the same nightmare and I can't get to sleep. :(

About what?

My mom.

Oh, sorry 'bout that.

It's cool. Wanna come over and keep me company?

Yes!!! I'll be over soon! Bye!

I logged of and shut the lid of my laptop, waiting for a knock on my door. I looked at the clock. 11:03. Wow. It's getting late. She better be here soon. A few minutes passed by and there was the familiar know on my bedroom door. The doorknob twisted and Lexi walked in with her flower pajama bottoms and a white tank top.

"Hey, Kayla. Are you okay?" She asked. I nodded and patted the seat next to me. "I'm sorry about your mom," she said.

"It's not your fault," I responded. She shrugged and pulled out her magazine of One Direction. I rolled my eye.

"Please put that stupid magazine away!" I yelled at her. She gasped and widened her eyes.

"How dare you call them stupid!" She yelled at me. "Did you know that they're coming a couple of days! Eep!!" She squealed.

"Oh really? Who's your favorite?" I questioned. She cleared her throat.

"True Directioners don't have favorites, they have soft spots. Mine personally is Liam," she announced.

"Directioners!? Wow," I remarked. She laughed.

"Alright let's get some sleep," she said still smiling. I rested my hands behind my head, waiting for the night to be over.

"Night mom," I whispered to myself looking at my ceiling.

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I woke up to the sound of segues and wave crashing against the shore of Las Angelos next to my house. I slowly sat up and stretched my arms. Looking around the room, I could tell that Lexi had stayed up later than 11:03. I stepped out of my bed and into my bunny slippers, grabbed my phone and headed downstairs. I reached our kitchen and went to the fridge for my breakfast. I opened the fridge door and the smell of many different foods came through my nose. I gagged at the smell of the meat in the side door as I reached for the milk.

Oh, by the way, I'm also a vegetarian.

I looked in the pantry for my cereal and grabbed it along with a piece of bread for toast.

A little while later I was sat at the island in our kitchen eating a bowl of Cheerios and a piece of buttered toast. By now, I had done my hair in a pony tail and done my make-up, but I was still in my Snoopy PJ's. t

There was a nock and a ding of a doorbell from the door and I stood up from my wooden stool and headed towards the hallway that lead towards the door. I saw 5 figures, all pretty tall.

"I wanted to ring the doorbell!" Shouted a guy with a British accent and shoved the guy to his right.

"Jez Louis! Calm down," the guy 'Louis' shoved said in an Irish accent. My suspicion was rising on who these mysterious boys were. I finally reached the end of the hallway, twisted the knob, and opened the door only to be faced by...

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