15 And Pregnant

15 And Pregnant

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My name is Kennedy Curry, but people call me KK. I live in a small house in Hudson Texas with my mom Keri Curry and my big brother Kayden Curry. We have been living here ever since my dad died. I was only three years old and Kayden was only five years old. Mom had two jobs back in LA. When we were little I saw how she was struggling trying to make a better living for me and my brother, I saw how she had to wake up early mornings and leave late nights just to provide for us. Everyday I looked out the window and watched as our mother left and I would tell myself “When I grow up I hope I don't have to be like mom”. Kayden always hugged me after I watched mom leave for her night shift, he has always been a good comforting big brother. Now i'm 15 with a baby on the way now I can really see myself following my mom's foot steps now that i’m pregnant and still in school.
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Siblings

[Completed] There's three of us. Triplets. We all have each other's backs. There's me, Maeve. The one with red eyes. People call me a murder. Satan. Evil. Anything really. All I cared about was not them. Certainly not them. Those people didn't matter to me. What mattered was my other two siblings. Everything I have ever done, was for them. Even if they don't realize it. Even if they think I was the big bad monster. To the world, I was a cold heartless monster but to my siblings? I was loving sister. I was there if one of them have a nightmare. I'm there for them. There's Damien. The oldest out of us. He's the one with white eyes. The one who people who also call Satan and evil and all of that bullshit. You ever wonder if those goddamn bullies got tired of bullying other people? I do. Not the point, stay focused Maeve. What was I saying? Oh right, Damien. He likes cars. Building, tearing them apart, spray painting them, anything about cars. Then there's Angel. Sweet, sweet Angel. She's the youngest out of the group. She has blue eyes, different from us. She's the lucky one, per say. The one who doesn't get bulled. She has the personality like a five year old but we love her to pieces. Me and Damien try to protect her against the evil's of the world. She shouldn't go through that like we did. At least she has a normal childhood, or some part of normal. We didn't have the best childhood growing up. Well, me and Damien didn't. Mother gave Angel the best childhood she ever wanted. Sometimes, only sometimes when she was drunk or whatever with her stupid boyfriend did she punish Angel. That was once every blue moon. She was convinced me and Damien had Satan in us. While Angel, well she thought that Angel was an angel from Heaven. Now, let me stop rambling. This story will be an emotional roller coaster. Especially since we get sent to live with our older half-brothers. Mentions of self-harm, abuse, rape, miscarriage, violence, cursing, suicide attempts.

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