You Want Me To Stay

Hello :) my name is Kaylee, and I would like to go over a few things before I start this book...

Please read the following...

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This book will have inappropriate language and actions. If you are uncomfortable reading such things I advise you to not read any further.

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My spelling is quiet atrocious so bear with it :)

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This book takes place in London, and I have never been to London, nor know any of their way of saying things. So, I'm going to be using terms from the US.

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All rights reserved to me @PrincessKayleeBea I made this up myself I did not copy anyone's Idea. If I have a similar story to anyone, please message me letting me know. I will talk to the author of the book just to make sure no one is offended. And if anyone makes a copy of my book, please let me know :)

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy it :)

Here is the beginning of....

~You Want Me To Stay~

I lay here in my bed with my eyes closed, wishing I could go back to sleep and dream... Dreams.. What weird things they are. Figures of your imagination, coming to life. Why do we even have them? What makes them happen? What in our brains, triggers the thought to make a moving picture in our head as we are asleep?

I roll over on my back, still refusing to open my eyes. I think dreams are forgotten wishes we've made when we were kids. Or maybe they aren't, maybe they are images of the future. But, how would nightmares come into play? I am almost positive a monster wont come out of your closet coming to attack you.

So what is the purpose of having dreams? Maybe the idea of giving you false hope that you could one day achieve something almost impossible... But then again, nothing in this crazy world is impossible.

"Darling. Come down stairs, we need to have a talk." I hear my mother silently say, entering my quiet room. I don't give her a response as she closes the door. My mother is one of those people who will take you off the streets and welcome you into our house, or if you sit next to her at the doctors office, offer you a piece of gum. No, not all people from London are like this. Most of the time they are the complete opposite of what she is, rude and nasty. Now, do not get me wrong, my mother has a rude and nasty side. A side I dread to see everyday.

I take a deep breath as I stand to my feet, getting out of my bed. She probably wants to take me out shopping yet again, I mean, we do have the money to. My father is a wealthy bank owner, so really we have enough money to last more than ten life times.

I hear my mother call my name once again from down stairs. And once again, I ignore her. Its not that I don't love my mother, its just sometimes she can be a bit to pushy, I need to dress a certain way, I need to eat certain foods, I need to be at a certain place at a certain time... sometimes I just need a break is all.

I stride over to my mirror and put my shoulder length brown hair behind my ears. You see, I'm not known as the prettiest girl in school. But I do get complements from people who I sometimes barely know. I usually think they are just trying to be polite.

I rake my brush through my hair and open my dresser drawer, and end up picking out a plane white shirt and jean shorts. I apply foundation to get rid of the purple rings around the underneaths of my eyes, and apply mascara to darken my eyelashes. I sigh and lean away from the mirror still not approving of my outcome. I add a light shade of pink to my lips, with a round of lip gloss.

If you asked me if I was insecure I would answer no, obviously I'm not looking for attention from anyone. I just want to finish this last year of collage and move out of this town I hate so much. With all of the drama left behind at school. I lean back and I eye myself yet again, but time I better approve of my appearance.

I pad my feet against the hardwood floor all the way down stairs. My mother sits at the dinning room table, sipping at her cup of tea in her hands. "Valentina. So glad your awake." My mother gushes, standing up, kissing my cheeks.

"Good morning mother." I sigh, moving away from her kisses. I begin to walk towards the refrigerator, but slow my pace down as I look over towards the chair next to my mother to see my neighbor, who is also my best friend.

"Kayla." I say politely before going back into the refrigerator for breakfast. Kayla is my best friend and knows more about me than anyone else does, even more than my parents know for god sake. They don't give a damn about me anyways. I know my mother loves me and all but she has multiple personality's, on which occasions she can hate my guts and the next minute she is hugging me and kissing me.

But the truth is I really don't open myself up to just anyone. I have almost no friends, and I absolutely don't give a shit about the people in therapy. Yes, I go to therapy because my mother worry's about me being so quiet all the time. I just don't like to talk to anyone is all, is that such a crime?

Kayla stands up and crosses over to me with a smile plastered on her makeup free face. "I was thinking that we could go to the park later today. Its good to get fresh air you know." She teases me, poking me in the stomach. I smile and nod my head, putting my bread in the toaster.

I hear her sigh behind me and sits down, pulling out her IPhone. I watch her as she gets lost in a text she is typing. I stand there silently as my mother is exiting the room quickly.

I look at Kayla's shiny new IPhone as I pull out my old flip phone. I would love to have the IPhone, but then again, whats the point of getting one if you don't even have anyone to text during the day?

My ears perk up at the sound of the toaster popping my bread out. I grab a plate from the cabinet and quickly grab the toast out, terrified at the thought of it burning my fingers. I spread the strawberry jam on the piece of bread and carry it over to the chair next to Kayla. I sit quietly as I could her her fingers tapping on the screen of her phone faster and faster.

I appreciate her not trying to make conversation with me, it just made it a whole lot comfortable for me. Even tho she is my best friend, I still have trouble speaking to her.. not to mention everyone else in this god damn world.

You see, my mouth stays silent, but my mind is always raising with things to say..

~End Of Chapter~

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