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KYLA KIRSCH - April 7, 2012 10:07 AM (GMT)
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<div style="padding-top:5px;"><div style="width:370px; padding:10px; background-color:#ffffff; line-height:150%; text-align:justify; color:#4A4D37; border:1px dotted #7C8694;">Kyla found it extremely weird to be at school after hours. Sure she was used to being here for cheerleading, or drama club, or student council or one of the other acitivites she was invovled in but this was just plain unusual. Being in an empty classroom felt very foreign to her and she kept feeling like she should be looking over her shoulder. However the peace and quiet made it all worth it and she was sure that after some time, she'd find herself enjoying it. The Kirsch household was anything but quiet. James was always running around or playing video games, Ellie always wanted her big sister attention and things with Marcus were just way too strained to explain. Of all the places she could have gone, for some reason she chose here. Maybe it was because noone would come and annoy her there.
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The pretty blonde stretched her legs out from beneath her skirt and followed that with a neck stretch. Something about classrooms and studying tensed her right up. She gnawed lightly on the end of her en, starring blankly at the paper infront of her. Kyla may not have been a genius but she still put an effort into her school work. It took a backseat priority to her social life but she knew that with hard work came reward and she was dying for that reward. If she did everything she had to over the next year, she'd be out of Bailey and she'd never, ever look back. Since she was little she knew she was meant for bigger things. Movies, magazines, television. Everything seemed so much more interesting and glamourous than the humble town she'd been born in. As soon as she was old enough to relias it was a possibility, Kyla was determined. One more year. She just had to work hard for on more year then she could move to California and start living the life she'd always dreamed of.
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She was a Kirsch though and things never ame easily to her family. Kyla had worked damn hard to shake her family image. She was popular, she was the captain of the cheerleading team, she was apart of every charity organisation she could handle. Anything and everything as long as it meant she wouldn't end up like her mother. Or her brother. Just the thought of her brother made it even harder to concerntrate. When had things gone so wrong for him? Had the stress of her and her other two siblings really sent him over the edge and if she stayed, would the same thing happen to her? They were extemely dark thoughts for a seventeen year old but that was what Kyla was plagued with. That was what she was trying to escape.
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Shaking her head, she snapped herself to attention. There was no use wasting time worrying. It was time for a little action. Looking down at the college application infront of her, Kyla re-read the questions. UCLA was her first priority. Sun, surfers and big city lights. She knew she needed backups too however so she was applying to colleges in California, New York and Florida. After much hassling from her family and her guidance counsellor, she'd caved and agreed to apply to the nearby college that Marcus attened but just the thought of going there made Kyla feel like a failure. It wasn't that she didn't have good things in Bailey. All of the people she loved where in this stupid little town but was it wrong of her to want more? She didn't think so. Eyes scanned over the question. What do you hope our school can do for you?, the question read in big, bold letters across the page. Kyla thought harder for a second. Educate her? Help her adapt to a new place? Support her and her social desires? Nothing seemed right. Scrawling her pen across the page in giant, bold letters she wrote one simple line. Get me out of here!. She re-read the words over and over again. Ofcourse she couldn't sent that in but didn't it sum it up perfectly? Scrunching up the paper she threw it across her desk and sighed out loudly.</div>
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DYLAN COOPER - April 11, 2012 01:24 PM (GMT)
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Having interest in music is one thing. Having talent for it is another. It was never easy coming up with new songs, not that it was really needed, but at this moment, there was a need to. Ever since the trends of moving out of Bailey had struck into the hearts of people, especially students, fear had bloomed in the hearts of every family and their love ones and Dylan was one of those people that had that fear. He never had much fear or even barely, until now. The fear of losing someone so dear to him, really made him upset. The cold war was not exactly his forte but then again, he hated it very much. He never liked being ignored by his girlfriend or it may seem ex-girlfriend by now. He heard that someone was brainwashing her and her being all stubborn, made everything even worst for the both of their relationship.
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Even if Dylan had Kyla’s brother support, it never seemed enough as the distraction from the outer world was much stronger. Dylan was in the music room, messing around with the equipments just so his new song would be read. Grabbing the electronic metronome, he decided to practice it in a classroom which he wanted to stage his performance but little did he know the classroom was occupied. Opening the door, he caught a glimpse of who was in it and nearly dodged away from the paper thrown towards his direction. He figured she had yet spotted him and responded to let her know someone had entered, someone being him, “You don’t have to do that you know, it’s not like the paper offended you or anything.” The sighing was something Dylan dislike about his girlfriend. He never liked to see how pressured or stressed his girlfriend was, it really hurts him.
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With the guitar in front of him, he swung it towards the back of his while he lowered himself to pick the paper up. Opening the crumpled paper, he read it and spoken softly, “UCLA huh… Kyla… I… Wait… Boy am I risking complete humiliation here…” Just then, he figured it was now or forget about it. He placed both the paper and the electronic metronome onto the teacher’s desk and turned it on. Reaching for his guitar, he moved it back towards the front of him and strummed the chords that he had been practicing on, the new song and dedicated for her. He was hoping that might change her mind of leaving this town, her family and his side. He glanced at her a little wondering if she would question if that was his new song, or that he had sung someone’s song. He recalled their favourite song, ‘Lucky’ by Jason Marz and others, but majority were duets, unlike this song.

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KYLA KIRSCH - April 11, 2012 02:08 PM (GMT)
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<div style="padding-top:5px;"><div style="width:370px; padding:10px; background-color:#ffffff; line-height:150%; text-align:justify; color:#4A4D37; border:1px dotted #7C8694;">KThat brief moment of helplessness she'd just felt was all too familiar. Kyla could handle pain, she could handle being yelled at, she could handle anything really. But if there was one thing she hated, it was feeling like she had no control over her own life or actions. For aslong as she could remember she'd been the most independant person she knew. Kyla Kirsch, she never needed anyone elses help. She never needed to rely on anyone but her self. If anything, she'd learnt along time ago that putting your faith in someone else was like playing Russian Roulette with your own life. The preppy blonde was tougher than you'd think. People looked at her and thought she had it all. She was a cheerleader, she was popular, she had the oh so talented heart throb boyfriend and yet she always kind of felt like she had nothing. That's why she was so determined to leave Bailey and make a whole new life for herself. One where she wasn't just the poor girl from the crappy family who was pretending everything was all fine and dandy.
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There was no time for self pity though as someone interrupted the silence of the classroom. Hazel eyes darted up, not that they needed to. Somehow, Kyla always knew when Dylan was near. A nervous wave rushed over her body. Whenever herself and Dylan were on one of these "breaks", she knew exactly how she wanted to handle things. Ignore them. That's how Kyla had been taught to deal with all of her problems. She couldn't help but smile, just a little before letting her blank expression take over her pretty features once more. Why did he have to do this to her? Just the mention of UCLA made her uncomfortable. It was the whole reason she just knew they couldn't be together. It wasn't like they couldn't agree on a movie. They couldn't agree on a lifestyle. On a dream.
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Had they been in the busy hallways, she would have avoided him. Walked the other way or started talking to anyone else but him. It wasn't to be cruel, it was so she didn't have to deal with the confrontation. No fights, no deep and meaningful conversations. None of that horrid stuff that terrified her. They weren't in a crowded place however and she didn't have the heart to just leave him there. No matter what happened, Dylan would always be her first love. She sat back in her chair, remaining silent, not even knowing what she should say. Trust Dylan to whip out the guitar though. The boy clung onto that thing like a security blanket. He had talent, more talent than anyone else she knew. Why couldn't he take that talent and make something of himself in L.A? Despite her better judgement, she listened intently. How could she not? "You wrote a new song" she she spoke softly. Kyla knew what material was Dylan's and what wasn't. She knew everything about him. "It sounds good Dyl, it really does" Kyla complimented him, trying her hardest not to look at him. "Writing me songs isn't going to change things though, you know that, right?" she looked up at him. It killed her to say. She appreaciated everything he did for her. Noone had ever loved her the way Dylan did and that was part of the reason she couldn't bare to drag this relationship out any longer. Despite her stubborn streak and her will to end things with him, she couldn't help but feel that little flutter of her heart that she got everytime he even walked into a room.</div>
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DYLAN COOPER - April 11, 2012 02:51 PM (GMT)
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The moment she responded him by indicating that he wrote a song, made him smile a little. He nodded his head a little when she complimented him but he could tell she was avoiding him. He was not to brag he was charming, but he was definitely abulous to begin with. Still, that will never be enough to make her stay and he knew that, or at least, he tried, but it seemed that actually ticked her off than anything else. As she continued, Dylan thought about her words and responded, “Yeah, but just listen to the whole song, especially the lyrics. It might not be the best work, but I did give my best in writing them to fit as a song. So, here it goes…” Clearing his throat, he waited for the right count before playing the first chord of the lyrics while he sang along with it. As he sang the first two verses, he looked at her, gazing into her eyes when he could, recalling those happy moments they had, hoping it would channel to her thoughts and making her realised that whatever she needed. He can definitely help her fulfil it back here in Bailey because nothing else matter than having her by his side where he knew he could protect her and keep her safe,
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“Say, won't you stay; we can talk about nothing at all<br>
Or sit here and make up the words as we go along.”

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“The games, we could play<br>
Maybe silently write us a song<br>
Quietly shout from the roof that we don't belong.”

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Slowly, he walked up right to her, standing by her side while continuing the chorus of the song, trying to catch her gaze still while smiling at her,
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“They told me maybe she's crazy a little like you<br>
Everyone said you were nothing but trouble and<br>
All that I know is that I've never been here before<br>
And no, I'll never leave, if it's alright with you<br>
Dreaming of oceans while jumping in puddles and<br>
All of my life I pretend you where there by the door<br>
I don't need to pretend anymore.”

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“Strange, oh so strange<br>
When it feels better being alone<br>
You accept there is nobody else and set it in stone<br>
And then you, came along<br>
Your reflection was so sad and strong<br>
You made me believe once again that I could be wrong.”

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“They told me maybe she's crazy a little like you<br>
Everyone said you were nothing but trouble and<br>
All that I know is that I've never been here before<br>
And no, I'll never leave, if it's alright with you<br>
Dreaming of oceans while jumping in puddles and<br>
All of my life I pretend you where there by the door<br>
I don't need to pretend anymore.”

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With a gentle force, he made her look at her while he showed his hurt expression, the expression he never wanted someone to see, especially her. However, he was really hurt the moment they were drifting further apart and that now they seemed to have broken up. Dylan was really willing to do anything to get her back, back where she belongs, here. Frowning slightly, he continued,
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“And it hurts, to know, there was somebody out there as strange and
As beautiful, as you
If I'd known sooner.”

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The song came to a slight pause, the tip of the climax. Pushing the table away from her, he began to kneel in front of her while strumming each chord once for every sentence. He sang it rather softly, showing her his sincerity that he really wanted her to stay,
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“Maybe she's crazy a little like you<br>
Everyone said you were nothing but trouble<br>
All that I know is that I've never been here before.”

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He lowered his head a little, feeling deeply sorry for always arguing with her about such matter. He was never a selfish guy but he could not help not keeping what he once had so beautifully, her. Slowly, he stood up, playing the song with its usual melody once more,
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“And no, I'll never leave, if it's alright with you<br>
Dreaming of oceans while jumping in puddles and<br>
All of my life I pretend you where there by the door<br>
I don't need to pretend anymore.<br>
I don't need to pretend anymore.<br>
I don't need to pretend anymore.”

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The song ended with another few melody, showing how seriously Dylan was, with this song he composed, hoping she understood the inner meaning.

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<div style="padding-top:5px;"><div style="width:370px; padding:10px; background-color:#ffffff; line-height:150%; text-align:justify; color:#4A4D37; border:1px dotted #7C8694;">Kyla had hoped that it would have stopped there. She didn't want him to make a scene or to open up to her. It was upfront and intimidating. Kyla knew Dylan alot better than that though. She knew how much he cared about her and she knew that every time they had one of these stupid fights it killed him. It killed her too, more than Kyla ever let on. She'd act happy and care free when deep down all she wanted to do was cry and act like a total girl. It was all her own doing though and she constantly had to remind herself of that. It was obvious to everyone that whatever she asked for, Dylan would produce. Kyla could just never do the same for him though. She tried her hardest to be honest and totally open with him. It was something that had been foreign to her her entire life but with Dylan she'd found it getting easier and easier over the years. Right now, she knew that whatever he had to say or sing or do, would tug on her heart strings and they'd end up right where they always did. <p>
"Dylan..please..don't" she started to mumble, anything to stop him but it wasn't even worth the breath. Music was how he expressed himself and it was one of the reasons she knew how lucky she was. Every single girl in this town would kill to have the most beautiful guy in the world not only serenade them, but put in the time and effort to write them a song. It was ridiculously romantic, it was totally Dylan. Kyla had no idea how to act. Typically she'd hum along, clap her hands like an idiot and encourage him. She believed in him so much. Listening to him play was one of her favourite things in the world. That and the way they were when they were together. Despite all of her better judgement, Kyla let herself get carried away, listening to each and every word, trying her hardest not to look him directly in the eyes. That was another hard task. No matter what happened, Kyla couldn't deny that Dylan meant the world to her.<p>
Her cheeks blushed red and Kyla looked down to hide them. It reminded her of when she was little and she used to get in trouble. Rather than cry, all she wanted to do was to giggle just to hide how uncomfortable she was. Instead she settled for a tiny smirk. How could she not smile when Dylan Cooper was pouring his heart out to her in the best way he knew how? His heart and soul was in those lyrics and it painted the perfect picture of them. She knew exactly what he was asking of her, begging of her nearly. To just stay and be with him. The one dilema she'd been battling for months now. Bailey had her family and her friends but most importantly it had Dylan and for a really long time she'd thought that he was all she needed. In recent months though she'd realised that that little dream of hers could actually be a reality. That small chance made everything she'd done over these seventeen years worth something.<p>
Kyla finally looked him in the eye and felt her heart melt immediately. This was how it always happened. She tried her hardest to be cold to him so that they could finally make a clean break but it never worked. Noone in Bailey had ever compared to him and just the thought of him being with someone else made her stomach churn. It was selfish of her, even Kyla knew that. This time she really wanted things to be different for the both of them. She still had a year in town but was it really fair to either of them to go on being a happy couple? She'd leave and break his heart, both of their hearts. Or worse. The thought of leaving him would be too hard to think about and she's stay in Bailey and end up just like her mother. No words left her mouth for moments after he finished, her breathing was the only thing she could concertrate on. "Why do you have to do this to me Dylan?" she breathed out, "When you're so sweet and honest and just so...you, you don't make any of this easier for me". All of this was just reminding her of how much she really did love him and that was the last thing she wanted to be reminded of. "It's not that I don't love you. I can't stay here and be like everyone else in this town" Kyla tried her hardest to remain cool but her voice was cracking big time and she was straining her eyes hard enough to make sure she didn't cry. "Just come with me and everything could be perfect for us" she begged, "We're meant for more than Bailey Dylan".</div>
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Dylan finally stopped strumming as the music ended and turned the metronome off before turning around to look at her. There was a slight pause and Dylan could sense that she might be coming back to his side, staying in bailey, but most of the time, he was wrong, wrong in a sense he never would understand the mindset of a lady, like Kyla. From a point, Dylan is like a prince charming, one which he would say something and she will soon agree to, but right now, it was as though he turned into a frog and the princess refusing to accept his words. He did not respond to her when she asked him the question. He wanted to answer, but he did not want them to start an argument so soon.
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He was here to persuade her, not argue with her, but it seemed, arguing cannot be avoided. She continued indicating that he did not make her decisions any easier for her and that, Dylan had to answer, “Because it doesn’t have to be hard, babe. Just ignore those distractions and we can be together, like we always do, happily and carefree.” Yes, living the simplest lifestyle is something that Dylan wished. There was no need for further pressure, after all, how many times in life can you actually be true to yourself and be happy about it? He heard all those news and watches them, knowing how ‘polluting’ the world outside can be. He never wanted Kyla to change, well, never wanted her to leave him that would be his main,
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“You’re wrong. You’ll never be like everybody else. No one else have me like you do and same goes for your family. You’re special and unique because there will only one of you in the whole world. When you go out there, you will be like everyone else.” Taking off his guitar, he soon placed it on the desk before walking right up to her. Grabbing a chair, he settled in front of her while realising she could tear and her tearing or pouting or whatever ‘tricks’ girls might have, will definitely made him feel terrible and horrible and bad, like a wicked person. Lowering his head slightly before looking up at her as he spoke in a concern perhaps even slightly regretted tone,
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“Nothing will be perfect once there’s distractions, what became of us now is a good example. Why can’t you just see that living simple is the way of life, the happy life?” Dylan reached for her hands, holding them before placing them at where his heart lies, “When you’re out there, you’re all alone. Your family and friends here, me, do we not have a place in that heart of yours? As, if we do, you don’t even need to struggle because we’re always here for you.” Dylan glancing through her eyes hoping to see that glitter of hope, where she would agree to stay in Bailey with him and her family.

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Everything Dylan said made sense to her. Everything he usually said made sense and that was why she tried so hard to make sure he just didn't say anything. When she was stuck in a room with him, it was a little hard to ignore his logic and his please though. Her heart and her brain always had this bad habit of getting confused and that really wasn't something she was used to. It was part of the reason she'd fallen for Dylan in the first place. He had that ability to make her feel normal. To give her those silly little butterflies girls always raved on about, to actually think of a future for them. That was something she'd sworn off when she was just a little girl and then he came along. It would never be simple anymore. She'd had a taste of what she could have as opposed to what she did have and always the dreamer, Kyla was desperate for more.<p>
"You can't say that things won't be better somewhere else. You've never lived somewhere else and had all those opportunities or experiences Dyl" Kyla defended the city. "I know what I'm leaving. You, my brothers and sister, my friends" she spoke softly again, "But I can't stay here and just be Kyla when I know that if I leave, I can actually make something of myself". She loved them all dearly but she was sick of having to deal with her family and all the drama that came with them. She wanted bright lights, a fast paced career, beaches. God, everything about L.A sounded better. Ofcourse she'd be missing one person. "Why can't you just come with me Dylan? Imagine if you came and someone heard you play or heard one of your songs? That could become your life. Linc's dad has so many connections out there, I'm sure he could help set something up for you. Then we wouldn't have to be apart" she pleaded. It always came down to this. Kyla couldn't count the number of times she'd practially begged for him to come with her. They could start whole new lives.</div>
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The silence was annoying. That meant that she was actually pondering, thinking for more ways to defend her ideas of leaving the town. When she finally spoke, Dylan knew he saw that coming. Of course, he was prepared. For some reasons, he had no idea where these argument of him came, he was not that all of a bright student and clearly he had no knowledge of the world outside. Though, ever since she spoke of it, he decided to read them up and from what he witnessed, nothing was better than home. Which was then, he decided to debate, “Better? I don’t see how high crime rates, high backstabber rates and high cost of living, are any better.” Looking away slightly, he was getting tired of all these arguing. Why could they not go back to the good old times where they were the most popular and matching pair of the school?
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However, he realised that what he said next might offended her but she did made it sounded so, or at least, that was what he sounded to him, “I never knew fame is that all important to you than something more priceless as our feelings and time for each other.” From the softness of her tone, he could tell she still had feelings for him and her family here. Though, it was all because she was being led astray by that new kid in town. When she suggested that he should join along with her to the city. That made Dylan ticked as he let go of their hands and shot up. Being a little agitated this time as he was going through his points, “How exactly? Be a beggar by the streets? Playing music to gain the pity, sympathy from those passing by and hoping to gain even the slightest notice? There are plenty out there doing exactly that and how many of them actually got into the business?”
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He came across certain articles where people, musicians, would hang around the streets of city walk and elsewhere to perform on streets freelancing, or that, they would make a CD of their songs and putting a ‘stall’ while performing hoping it would sell. Placing his hand to his heart as he continued, “This is my life, Kyla and I accepted it. The simplicity of life where I know I will always be around those important people of mine. No way am I going to let those complicated issues to distract me.” Though, the mentioning of Linc just made him even more upset and angered. In comparison to that kid, he was a much better choice other than coming from such a big city. They were both blondes, hotties but Dylan’s talents and devotion was something that Linc kid will never have from the looks of it.
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Looking away while having his arms folded, he questioned, “And why do you always have to bring Linc in? Why do you even need connections if you knew you could strive out there? Those connections, they could be illegal connections for all we. It’s never wise to make use of connections because one will always try to make up to those people who brings one up and they are able to make one suffer way more. Do you want to live a life full of secrecies and always putting on a positive front and to put it rudely, like a slave?” It seemed the situation now was getting uglier. He did not want to fight with her but the mentioning of that scum made his blood boiled, knowing he was nothing but a troublemaker in town.

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Never being one to express her emotions, Kyla found it hard to rationalise her decision with Dylan. The way he put it made her dreams seem so superficial. Kyla didn't need fame or fortune, she just needed a new experience and a chance to be someone else. Chances like that didn't happen in towns like Bailey. "I don't want fame or money or anything like that Dylan. It's not a choice between you or anything like that and you know that! What's so wrong with me wanting to get into a good school and see things other than this sad, old town?" Kyla shot back. As much as she hated to show it, he got to her. She never meant for him to think that she was happy to throw their relationship away but she'd always hoped he'd understand eventually. All Kyla wanted was to go to California, go to a good college and give herself a chance at a decent future. What was the alternative? Stay in a town where everyone knew everything about her and pitied her? It wasn't easy growing up with a junkie for a mother and a dead beat dad, especially not when she heard people talking about them or even worse, when people got all charitable with her and her siblings.<p>

In reality, they were both asking the same thing of each other and it really wasn't fair. He wanted her to stay and she wanted him to leave. There were no compramises and deep down Kyla knew that. She'd just hoped that of she argued her point hard enough that Dylan would finally see the light. It appeared he was working the same strategy however and it was only headed for disaster. Dylan had so much potential to make it in the real world. He had the looks, the personality and the talent. Even if music wasn't what he followed, Kyla knew he'd do amazing things as soon as he got out of this bubble they were living in. It wasn't a hatred for the town. She'd always wanted to be a big city girl but over the past few months, and with a little nudging from Linc, she'd really began to yearn for the chance to escape. Almost as if just leaving would somehow change the life she'd been living for all of these years. "I don't want simple. I want excitment and opportunities. I want to see the world and meet new people. I'm not ever going to apologize for that and you can't ask me to feel bad for having dreams of my own" she argued, going round and round in that same circle they always did.<p>
Linc. Kyla cursed herself for bringing up her name and just as she did that, she cursed Dylan for always making it so uncomfortable. Linc was her friend, someone who understood her and supported her. That wasn't an easy thing to find in Bailey lately and it really was a nice change. She knew how much it upset Dylan but she still didn't know why. Highschool or not, stupid jealousy issues were not for her. "I didn't mean to bring him up on purpose Dylan, I was just making a suggestion. I can't pretend not to be friends with someone just because you don't like them though. He's never done anything to hurt you" Kyla shook her head, getting more and more frustrated with him. She was allowed to have friends without having to justify it to him. "Noone's trying to take advantage of me or play me for a fool" she scoffed with a small, partonising laugh, "I'm not a stupid girl and I don't need people watching out for me. I'm not a child!".</div>
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