....so today I was sick so I staid home from school and I am really bored so i htought 'Hey! why not post something?' and then the other half of me went 'Hey! thats a great idea!' so as you can see Im a bit delusional at the mometn so pls excuse all my errors al that jazz.
"PS- this is the best your hair has ever looked! I cant believe you were going to get it wet." -srry thats a youtube video ok for real now
Ps- First chapter is from Kiara's POV- Just so ya know :P OK read on
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Chapter 1 :D
"Kiara! Where are you? We have to be at the church in ten minutes! Your brother and father are already there!"
"Ok, Ok, I'm coming! Mom, why do I even have to go, I didn't even know Uncle Hugh!" I shouted from upstairs.
I'm usually a very respectful obedient girl, but today was just not my day. I had to wake up early on a cold October day,
get all dressed up and was missing breakfast all for a man that was dead. That may sound really mean, but hey! I'm sixteen,
I need my sleep!
From the silence I could tell she was getting restless so I just grabbed my cardigan, a pair of earrings, and headed downstairs.
MOm looked up from her blackberry and answered my question "Because he was family and your father was very close to him so NO complaints, alright? You're not the only one suffering here. That man never liked me so why should I have to go celebrate his life with an hour and a half ceremony?
My answere for you is we all goota support one another.."
Oh no. Mom was going into one of her rants again. As much as I would love to miss this funeral...
"Mom", stopping her mid-sentence, "you're so right. We have to be there for Dad, for support, for companionship because we are a family."
My mom looked a bit bewildered but then nodded her head. "that's right, now let's get to the church."
As we walked outside and off the front porch, what met our eyes was not a pretty sight. It's been the same weather for the past four days- lots and lots of rain with no stops. Something really bad must of happened upstairs, if you know what I'm saying.
Mom and I just looked at eachother, knowing we'd have to make a run for it to the car.
"One."
"Two."
"Three!"
We both scurried as best we could to open the door, jump inside, and slam it behind us. We both were breathing pretty heavy even though the front door was only maybe twenty feet away. With raindrops trinkling down our faces and hair that would soon be un-tamable with frizziness, Mom started the car and we began to drive. In my hurry to get out the door and be ready for the funeral and just my own pure clumsiness, my elbow accidentally pushed down on the button that brought down the car window, making my hand slip dropping one of the earrings out the window into the street. 'Shoot' I thought as I brought the window up.
Ma had her window wipers working double-time to see through the rain, but she missed one SMALL important detail. That's when someone on a bike crashed into our car.
The reason why this happened is more intricate than you would first think. I found all this information out later so i should start at the very first event to let one understand.
