Chapter 11;
Partying & Bullshit
-Myla;
**We were walking down the bright hallways, to the room Aunt Leona was in when I saw the bald-headed rat. Taylor. she was laying in the hospital bed, helpless. I found it kinda funny. Sorry but, I Don't care that she's hurt. She deserves it. I stopped to stare. Mmm... Ugly lil thing. Look at how she just laying there... Shame. Someone came up behind me. Daddy.
Jawan: What're you- ... Oh.
Me: Right. Look at her... Just sitting there. Lookin' ugly.
Jawan: C'mon... You're gonna apologize.
Me: Why?
Jawan: 'Cause it's the right thing to do. She's in the hospital cause of you, Myla.
Me: I don't care. She had it comin'!
Jawan: C'mon.
**I better play nice if I want my Jacuzzi back... I followed daddy into the room.
Jawan: Taylor?
**She looked up, but I couldn't tell if she could see me or not... Her eyes were swollen shut.
Jawan: Myla has something she'd like to say to you.
Me: I'm sorry I wh-
**Daddy flicked my arm! It hurt! Why? I did whoop her!
Me: Ow! I mean... I'm sorry I hurt you.
Taylor: It's okay... It was my own fault, & I'm sorry I said all that about your momma.
**Yeah... You look sorry! At least she knows it was her fault. Daddy had the NERVE to whisper this foolishness in my ear!
Jawan: You should get her some balloons, a card, and some flowers.
Me: I'm sorry. I'm not allowed to spend any money, and since I'm not getting my allowance this week, I'm broke. Boo-hoo.
**I rolled my eyes & walked out the door, headed to Aunt Leona's room. I'm actually not broke. I have at least 8 months worth of allowance hidden in my room. That's $32,000 for anyone that doesn't wanna do the math. I use it for when daddy doesn't wanna buy me something. I mean, I don't know why he even gives me allowance! I don't do any chores around the house... I have people for that. & I really don't need it cause he buys me whatever I want... But, shoot.! $1,000 a week? I'm DEFINITELY not complaining. That's 4,000 dollars a month. I walked into the room and ran to her side.
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-Leona;
**I was in the room talking about the pain, that is my right leg, when Myla walked in.
Myla: Hi aunt Leona!
Me: Hi Myla! Wassup?
Myla: Nothing much... How are you feeling?
Me: Better & better...
Myla: That's good.
Me: Guys, let me talk to Claire real quick?
**They all walked out & Claire stood there looking at me confused.
Me: Claire, I know that you know where Miranda is.
Claire: What are you talking about? Honey, I think you hit your head a little too hard.
**She started touching my forehead. I grabbed her wrist.
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Written; In the Life of Myla Renee
FanfictionSequel to Unwritten; After Miranda ran away, Jawan was left to take care of poor little Myla, whose 6 years old now. She's a very bright kid who loves to dance. Miranda (Now know as Jadeilyn Brown) is 21 now, owns a very successful dance studio on t...