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Layla- Age 16-- The Manor
It was Monday.
Time for school.
Hooray. Not.
I got on my uniform, feed Sugar, and headed out the door.
I was very confused because of my new found mother, but I just put it in the back of my mind.
I had to get over it.
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Layla- Age 16-- The School
Since the accident with Aimee, and everything else that happened, I had no friends.
The once popular Layla Poltone was a nobody.
Whatever.
High school was overrated, anyway.
As I walked through the halls, a ghost of who I used to be (no pun intended), I got ignored by Farrah and Penny, and I got evil-eyed by Grant.
I always felt like someone was watching me.
I knew it wasn't Peter or Aimee.
It was as if these eyes were always on me, anticipating my next move.
Maybe I was crazy.
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???-???--The School
I watched Layla as she walked down the hall.
I wanted her so bad.
I had always wanted her.
I wanted to touch her chesnut waves, and feel her perfectly toned body.
I was in love with her eyes, and everything she did.
It was only a matter of time before I had her.
I was obsessed.
I NEEDED her.
I needed to own her.
Have her all to myself.
Layla Poltone would be mine.
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Layla- Age 16--Science Class
Today we were dissecting sharks.
Eww.
I hated the thought of killing animals. It made me sick.
Luckily, I was in a group with all boys.
There were four of us. Me(of course!), Joshua Pikes, Micheal Goldstein, and Kyle Parkingston.
Joshua was the kind of guy who got straight As, bad acne, and the admiration of all teachers.
Micheal was the musician kind of guy who would make beats on any given surface.
Kyle was the mysterious, laid-back guy who was pretty much a loner.
They all smelled of AXE body spray.
Must have been a spray out in the boys' locker room.
The teacher handed out the tools and the sharks, and Joshua dissected the entire shark almost instantly.
Micheal was playing with the tools, making insane beats against the desk.
Kyle just sat and watched, as did I.
Since we were finished way before the rest of the class, the teacher gave us busy work.
While I did my work, I felt those eyes again. I wanted to look up, but I fought the urge.
As long as I got an A on this assignment, I was fine.
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Layla-Age 16--On the way home.
I always walked home.
Peter normally walked with me, but since the whole "I'm your mother" thing, I needed my space.
Walking alone, I felt the eyes again.
They felt intense this time.
I felt like I was being followed, so sped up my walking pace.
I walked in front of an alley, against the empty streets.
I felt two strong arms around my neck.
I gasped, and screamed for help.
"No one can here you," the voice laughed.
It was a man's voice.
The arms pulled me back.
I was scared, and I felt my senses locking up.
I smelt one thing.
AXE body spray.
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???-???--The Alley
Finally, was I could say.
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