Kaylaa Stories

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• There's some body for everybody right? Well that's what everybody say's they also say that God gave me this life cause I was strong enough to live it right? Well there not the ones being a abused every day, there not the Ones struggling to hide all the scars and tears every day. But that will all change..one day •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

You are dating famous rockstar, Paul Stanley of Kiss. Paul is your boyfriend, you met backstage at a Kiss concert. Read this story to see how your life as a rockstars girlfriend goes!

Chapter 1 of the series (this is the first book) Like and vote and follow to read more!

You were just grabbing coffee in New York until a guy named Sam accidentally bumped into you and spilled coffee on you.

A story about a brother and sisters bond. I wrote this on veterans day to honor all the veterans who have served for our country. GOD BLESS AMERICA!

People see Purple , I see Gray. People see orange , I see Gray. No matter what the color or what the object. I see no color; I see no inspiration or spark. All I see is Gray. The world used to be a colorful place, filled with many arrays of color. But one day I woke up and then it went blank, and suddenly it was lifeless. My name is Miranda Jones and I see no color. That day I woke up terrified, the day I lost my sight of color. I knew somehow that it would never come back; and I was right. I’ve only told one person about my color issues. The only person I knew I could trust, my best friend Charlotte Mayes. We have practically been inseparable since we were three. When I told her she thought it was a joke, and of course it was not. But soon she realized I meant business. Ever since that day it has been our little secret. Not even my family knows. I wrote this realistic fiction story for a writing contest. sadly I didn't win but was still proud of my work!

I have words! No really I do...I just choose not to use them... Talking has just been something that doesn’t really matter to me, not at all. I see no purpose for it, it see’s no purpose for me. So why use talking or words, or my voice?....Exactly. So back to the point...I don’t choose to speak, but I can. Even though I look like I might be the outgoing talkative type..I’m not. my blonde hair, freckles, and green eyes don’t really look shy. I really could be sitting with the popular kids at lunch..but there’s many more reasons I don’t want to sit there....one, I’m just....scared! I have words! No really I do....I just choose not to use them. I am 12 years old, and I haven’t spoken one words, or used my voice, EVER! Speaking isn’t my thing...Imagination is my world....