My name is Lyla. Lyla Garcia. I currently live in sunny California, Los Angeles to be exact. 5'3, brown hair, brown eyes. Nothing special. I'm 17 years old looking forward to graduating high school soon. Well...home school, I've been doing independent studies since sophomore year. No, not because I've been bullied or because I hate everyone. The reason I'm home schooled is for my Dad.
Why? My Dad was diagnosed with a cancerous brain tumor and I want to spend as much time with him as possible. As you can imagine he's been going through some tough shit. It's been hard on my Mom and I too. Right now I'm balancing two jobs: one at McDonald's and the other volunteering at a children's hospital. I don't get paid at the children's hospital, but I honestly could care less. Making those kids smile makes me happy and the least I could do for them. My Mom works as a middle school teacher, which is really hard for her because of the budget cuts and the hours she has to work. We don't have much money and it's hard to pay for his treatment and the medical bills. We also were informed that he doesn't have much longer to live.
I'm doing my best to stay strong for my Mom and I. It's hard though, knowing that one of your loved ones is so close to slipping away out of your life forever. My Dad means so much for me, if I could I would take his place in a heartbeat, but there's nothing I can do except for be there for him until he takes his last breath.
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So this chapter is short just because I wanted to fill you in on Lyla and what she's going through right now.
The Janoskians will definitely be coming along later, just let the story play out :)
I'll try to work on the next chapter next.
Who's seen this is us? I really want to see it, but my Mom wouldn't let me and I started crying. Just thought I'd let you all know that...
-A :)
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Something Rebellious || l.b.
FanfictionHe gives me a sense of security that I thought no one, let alone him would bring me. We're not good for each other, but why do we keep coming back to the same place? I guess once in a while you have to do something rebellious.