please check out my new story, layla. here's some paragraphs for a sneak peak at the first section that i'll be posting later. enjoy. if you like it, please tell a friend, i'm pouring a lot of thought into this, each and every word is placed carefully. of course, these are some quick notes, and in no way resemble a finished product.

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first paragraphs--

The rain came fast. It came down harder than any weatherman could’ve predicted, and it killed the drought that this solemn, small-town county had feared for months before the summer. Through the rain came a station wagon pulling itself through the water, destined to go to its desired location.
Bob Dylan started on the radio, and as a small, almost too little, girl heard the organs begin to pump through her cars beaten up, nearly broken speakers she called to her father in the front seat. “Daddy? Can you turn it up?”
“I really don’t understand how you got such an interest in music at such a small age. It’s fine where it’s at, we’re almost there,” he grunted back. “We’ve been listening to music for hours upon hours, I think we could do a few minutes without it.”
That little girl was Layla Boyd. She had stunningly dark hair in a family of light-haired individuals, and always seem to stand out from the foursome. She was in the second grade, and therefore, seven years old. Layla had an older sister, a mother, and a father. Her sister was her family; at ten she’d won numerous awards at their previous town.
Whatever it was, she did it. She acted in plays; she struck away at instruments and was complimented numerous times a day by her family and others. Katie Boyd was her name, after her mother.
Layla’s father was a factory worker. Their family was just another middle class, run-of-the-mill families. Not much separated them from the masses, although they did anything they could to push Katie towards success, and thus far, it had worked.
The year was 1992.
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lateron...

It was six-thirty in the morning when Layla awoke. Her mother always woke her sister, but had bough an alarm clock for Layla, who often got up later than her sister, and personally, much preferred waking her own self. She went to the shower, which she’d taught herself to use, and cleaned up for school.
About fifteen minutes later she picked out her best, an ankle length green dress her grandmother had made her before she passed. Layla smiled as she put the bow in her hair and let her mind imagine her inevitable first day, it was big, and she knew it. She imagined all the mean kids, all their already carved cliques and all their already made friends. She’d never moved before, and the only thing she feared was rejection.
But all this thinking was quickly put to an end as her father slammed his way through the door. “Layla!”
“What!?” she screamed, shocked and frightened.
“What the hell are you doing?” shaking, she smelled the alcohol on his breath. He gave a hard, long look at her, waiting for her response. After a second he said, “Well?”
“I’m getting ready for school. . .” she said, clenching her fists. Her father stared at her for a long time, looked back down the hall both ways and then back.
“That’s right. . .I forgot, where’s your sister?”
“I don’t know.”
He swallowed his saliva, and looked down at the ground, and then back up at her. “You never know anything do you? Get on to school now.”
“I’ve still got breakfast to—“
“Your mother didn’t make any today, ok? Get going.” Layla looked up at her father, and then slowly walked past him. She went down the hall, towards the door, and looked out the window. It was raining.
She looked around for an umbrella, but there was none.
“Get going!” she heard roaring through the house.
“It’s raining!”
“What did I say!?”
Layla looked back outside and then opened the door. The rain was just as heavy as it was a week ago, and it had no mercy for a little girl. She walked solemnly down the sidewalk towards her school trying to think of what had just happened, although, again, any thinking was killed, this time by the rain.
It wasn’t until she was a few blocks away that she realized she’d forgotten any sort of lunch. Usually her mother had made her breakfast, and then lunch, but today it seems she’d lost her appointment.
She was only seven, and tears quickly came. After a while she couldn’t tell the difference between her own, and the raindrops. They seemed to merge together, creating a new mixture, and despite this new creation, it still flowed down her face like either of the two.
A minute later a boy turned onto her block, along with a few other children, and she soon came to the realization that these were her classmates, walking to the same school she was going to. She didn’t walk their speed, she kept her original, and so, lagged behind the group. Her mind was too low to walk a consistently upbeat speed.
“Hello?” Layla heard behind her. The voice cut through her emotions, her thoughts, her utter shit of a day up to that point. In a world of dark, something light had entered her ears, something only recreated by the singers she heard on the classic radio.
She turned around to see an equally dark-haired boy, who was about her height. He had a smile on his face and an umbrella in his hand. “Hi. . .” she said back, with the loudest she could muster, although to the normal ear it was barely a whisper.
“Do you want to walk with me to school? I’ll let you under my umbrella. My name’s Mike, Mike Dylan. I’m in the second grade, what about you?” He offered his hand to her and she paused for a second. “Or not, miss?”
“No, that’d be nice.” She smiled. The two then slowly started off again.


title:layla
characters:layla boyd; a selfish and egotistical girl whose small following is centered towards hate at mike dylan
mike dylan; a popular, moral and overall good person, the only negative he ever sees is layla boyd, and he does his best to maintain through her verbal tirades
sean harrison; an equally, if even more popular friend of mike's, and is always by his buddy's side and is the number one defender of mike
christa paffgen; layla's best friend, the only one who sees through her disguise and discovers her biggest secret, (that being her love for mike)

it should start flowing soon.