Here it is! The sequal to 'Reality Is'

First starter chapter, Please enjoy and I will do my best to keep going!

Chapter One

Break of Dawn

She sighed heavily as the sun dawned on her room window. She looked at her alarm clock to see that she still had another long 45 minutes before her daily monotonous routine of getting ready for school began. For her, this upcoming week is to be the most thought of and remembered year of her highschool life. After all, she graduates friday. From the messed up whirlwind of highschool drama that whips itself through her ears every weekday from 7:50am to 2:40pm. She wanted to be rid of all the pain she had been caused in the last year and a half and she wanted to move on.
She touched her sun touched skin to her deep red locks and started to undress. Maybe her day would go well, her preppy jock boyfriend might actually remember to meet up with her. Nevertheless as she undressed her eyes caught something that brought her back to last year when she was in love. The bullet-hole scar that had tattooed itself onto her stomach. Now it was just a patch of darker skin but to her it was more. It was the mark of the last time she saw his face and he ran.

"Ugh fuck school" She thought out loud, "I'm done! Four more days and I'm through!"

She put on a yellow green tanktop and a pair of khaki knee length shorts to wear to school. The tanktop fit nicely over her petite yet curvy body and she didnt need a bra for her small breasts. It didn't matter anymore to her. After coming her hair to look "presentable" she walked silently downstairs to her vacant kitchen to make some proper food. Her mother is not home as she never is anymore. Since she became a flight attendant, it's been her daughters job to take care of the house and cook for herself. In return, the girl gets a 98' Mustang to drive to school and has college of any choice paid for. Still the girl can't help but think she'd be better off if he hadn't ran away.

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He flipped a pancake in a pan which was soaked in butter for her. Since he's been with her, he's taken the responsibility as man of the house and tidied the place up. He smiled as he looked out onto the beautiful beach which was just beginning to soak up the morning sunlight. He of course has not been truly happy but has been content with his life since he left her that year and a half ago. Gran meandered into the kitchen that morning and was greeted by the boy she had picked up that one cold night.

"Morning m'lady" He smiled as he pulled a chair out for her "pancakes for my one and only woman!" He presented her with his home made pancakes and sausage links with a mango smoothie. She marvled at the plate for a minute and began preparing to eat it.

He smiled and then turned his head back to the beach where the sunlight kept coming up from the waterline horizon. He suddenly felt empty. He missed her of course and wished he could go back to her but doubted it. She'd probly just be mad about him leaving her. He needed to sort himself out.
Which he has of course. He became less of an emo kid and more of an adult, being 18 and taking care of an old woman with lung cancer isn't easy. He works nights as a local bartender eventhough he is under aged, he doesn't drink and has never done drugs but unfortunately his smoking habit has stayed with him. He hesitates to smoke in or around the house in fear that gran might try to take a drag herself. He has one tattoo, on his left wrist is a little red heart that stands for her..

He breathed her name silently "Kairi..." Her name floated off his tounge like the release of a thousand balloons.