Helpless Romantic

Chapter 1

KYLIE ON TOP

Kylie POV

My first day as junior is tomorrow. And my stomach is doing flips as i'm on my bed reading If I Stay.  My name's Kylie Gabriela  Perez. I have medium long brown hair, boring brown eyes and kinda curvy, as in chubby.  I'm 16, and I love to read and penny board and listen to music.  So yeah, nothing amazing about me. 

"Kylie!" I hear my mom scream from downstairs. "Coming!" I scream in response. I roll my body of the bed, landing on the floor. "Ow." I groan while getting up. Then running down the stairs.

My house is pretty small, my mom's the manger at Taco Bell. We can't afford to buy the crazy expensive shit, but at least we have food on the table every day,  mostly food which is food from Taco Bell. My dad left us when I was 4, he ran away with a stripper named Kandi. Which is bull crap, saying how my dad was more than twice her age. 

Once I reach the kitchen, the smell of the chicken quesadilla fills my nose. "Yeah mom?" I ask taking a seat at the table. "Come on, we're gonna eat." She tells me setting the bag of Taco Bell in front of me. Once she sits down, I open the bag taking out one of the most delicious food ever invented, the chicken quesadilla. As soon as the quesadilla is in mouth, my mom asks a question. "Are you excited for tomorrow?" Uggh, she just had to ask that.

"I guess, I mean I am pretty nervous." I honestly tell her. Once she hear's that, her eyes go big, like they were about to fall out. "Really? Are you sick?" She jokingly asks. It's just that, I never like to admit that i'm nervous, so this was kinda big news for my mom. "Don't stress it mija, you'll do great. How about we go last minute shopping for some clothes?" She asks trying to soothe me. Man, my mom really does know how to calm me. "Are you sure, you know we don't have to." I assure her, not wanting to seem like a spoiled child. "Of course, you do know I got a raise. So come on, lets put the money to use." My mom winks. 

"So, when do you want to leave?" I question, taking my last bite out of the quesadilla. "Let's go now, I want to spend time with you." She smiles getting up. 

"Okay, lets go now."