Post by KAYLA DIXON on Nov 12, 2012 19:58:33 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 0px; ] stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]PEPPER FULL NAME: kayla aynabella dixon ALIAS: kay DATE OF BIRTH: october thirteenth, 1992 AGE: twenty OCCUPATION: education student/employee at a pet store SEXUALITY: heterosexual PLAY BY: dakota fanning UNIVERSITY STUDENT [style=background-color: #65727A; border: 10px solid #65727A; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: white; text-align: center;]all about me kayla in the words of her kindergarten teacher [/style]"every year, most students in a new class can be sorted into one of ___ categories: the outgoing, the clingers, the shy kids, and the questioners. kayla was a mix of two, the shy kids and the questioners. with the other children she was always reserved at recess, most of the time i could see her drawing in chalk on the sidewalk or playing with a ladybug in the grass, no other kids in sight. in class, however, she was the first one to raise her hand to answer questions or, certainly, to ask them. 'how does this work' 'what's that' 'what's this' 'why do i have to do this' 'why can't i go to the boy's washroom', things like that. any question that came to her mind, she would ask, which always put her at the front of class discussions. she liked having all of her ducks in a row, knowing exactly what was going on. as the year progressed she became better on the social aspect of things, too, but i'll always remember her as the questioner." kayla in the words of her high school best friend. "i met kayla on the first day of high school back in california. we were freshmen, and when i first saw her i though she was... weird. weird in the sense that, while the rest of us were stumbling around, trying to find our way to classes and failing miserably, bumping into the seniors (however much we tried to stay out of their ways) in the halls, she walked around with a certain confidence, like she knew what was going on. she wasn't cocky, but she knew how to be herself and considering most of the kids i met that day she was the odd one. we were forced to sit with each other in the last period of the day, though, and that was when we became friends. it took just three days and we were hanging out at lunch, making plans after school... and we stuck together until graduation day. i was there for her first crush on a senior guy, her first heartbreak, her first crush on a guy her own age... there to see him shyly grab her hand in the hall on the way to history, there to have her giggle about it on the phone with me until three am, there for her to officially become his girlfriend three months before the end of grade nine and to watch her relationship blossom. damian was amazing to her, and she was always happy with him. they were prom king and queen when we finally graduated, by that time they were practically my siblings. i kept in touch with each of them when they moved to myrtle beach for university... but i haven't spoken to her much since the, er, accident... it's too awkward." kayla in the words of her mother. "when your child announces that she's moving to south carolina with her boyfriend for university, how are you supposed to react? there is no right way, i suppose. i ranged from happy for her to completely terrified, which was ridiculous. damian hadn't hurt her in the three and a half years they'd been together. why would he hurt her now? i guess i should have seen it coming. kayla had a fascination with myrtle beach. we used to come down every summer for family vacations, had even considered moving down when she was nine years old. we still visited her at least once every two months, but it was hard. and if it was hard for me to be away from her, it was even harder for her little sister. she and kayla were inseparable as children, kayla was that big sister who would always be there to give advice. they were incredibly close, her father and i could always see it. that's why, when damian... well, when it happened, the obvious choice was to buy kayla a new home and send her sister to live with her. we were worried about our girl, of course. but her sister will look after her." kayla in the words of her little sister. "i was the first one that kayla called that night, seven months ago. it was seven thirty am for me, four thirty am for her... she was at the hospital, and at first i couldn't understand her voice. she was sobbing, it was hard to make out her words, but gradually i got the story. she and damian had been asleep after a romantic evening. she said he'd made supper, he'd been in culinary school, and had set up candles... but they'd forgotten about the candles and went to bed... one fell over, a fire started. damian woke first, and immediately woke her up, but the door to the hallway wasn't safe to leave. they broke open a window and kayla climbed out... damian didn't. the smoke was too much, he never made it to the hospital. two days after my final day of my sophomore year at high school in california, i was on a flight to myrtle beach to live with kayla. she's been... different. i remember her as the bubbly, smiling sister, the one who'd always help me with my homework, stay up with me late at night talking about random things, whispering so that our parents wouldn't hear us... there's a little spark in her that's kinda been lost, but i think that as time has passed she's improved a bit. she's started to go out with friends more frequently. like, twice a month actually wanting to go out instead of once a month being dragged out by her friends. i'm just waiting for her to return to her old self." |
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