"Kylie, darling... You should really let me do your hair." It was a really soothing voice and I knew it like the back of my hand. It was of the person I loved the most in my life.

"Mum," An eight year old me sighed and smiled. "How is it that you always know when I really need you?" The younger version of me said first glancing at her messy hair then at her comb and then at mom.
"It's a speciality that only moms can do,"she said, chuckling.

She took the comb from my hand and brushed my hair gently.

"Love you, mom," I said, a genuine smile appearing on my face.

"Love you too,darling. And you should know that I will always be there for you," she said smiling back.

Then suddenly- a crash popped up from no where... My mom screaming and shouting, me looking over my mom's dead body...

"Mom!" I screamed.

I looked around to see nothing but my bed. I was still breathing heavily and sobbing. I can't believe it, it was all my fault. She died because of me. Why didn't I die instead of her?

Before I knew, I heard a click from my door. I quickly wiped my tears away, hoping that whoever the person was would not see my tears or the big, red puffy bags under my eyes.

"Kyle?"

There was only one person who called me that- Keith.

"Keith? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"I rushed here when I heard you sobbing."

I gulped,"I'm so sorry, I didn't want to wake you up."

"Why were you crying?" He asked coming straight to the topic.

"Nightmares, I guess."I said shrugging, my voice was hoarse.

"Was it about mom?" He said looking at my eyes.

"Y-y-yes..." I said starting to cry again.

"It really wasn't your fault at all. You should stop blaming yourself." He said trying to make me understand.

"No, you weren't there- you don't know any-" I said but was cut off.

"Kyle, sweetie. Just relax, okay? You need some rest, go back to sleep."

I nodded and lay on my bed again adjusting my pillow.

I felt his hand leave me and held onto it harder.

Tears started to form in my eyes again, "Please, don't leave me. Stay."

He sighed,"Okay..."

I smiled sadly, and finally slept took over.

I woke up early morning and looked at my clock. It was 6:30.

I took me half an hour to take a bath, get dressed and comb my hair.

Looking through the mirror one last time to make sure I was perfect, I went down and did my daily routine of making my cereals the way I like it and then eating it up.

Right when I was done, Keith came down the stairs..

I shot him a glare and said,"HATE YOU!"

"Nice way of saying 'good morning', sweetie," He said smirking.

"I told you to stay with me last night, and you went," I said, my teeth clenched together.

"Awww, someone needs her brother to sleep with her at night," Zoey teased, as she herself came down the stairs.

I rolled my eyes and muttered, "Perfect timing."

"Keep your nose out of this, Zoey," my brother warned.

"Oh yeah, well-" she began and got interrupted by me.

"You guys continue quarreling, I'm out of here. I'm not gonna be late for this shit," I said grabbing my bag and skateboard and heading out.

"Have a nice day, Kyle!" Keith called out.

"You too!" I shouted back and approached my disastrous high school.

Kody was already there, talking to the same guy I met days ago. What was his name, again? Oh yeah, it was Justin.

They both looked at me and Justin said, "Hey, umm..."

"Kylie." I answered.

"Right, Kylie. Sorry, I forgot." He said looking down and rubbing his temple.

I chuckled, "It's alright, but do you mind if I borrow her for a sec?"

"No, go ahead." He said giving me a thumbs up.

"Thanks!" I said taking her hand and pulling her away from him.

"Hey, what's up?"she said, trying to start a conversation.

"Nothing much," I said shrugging.

"Same here..."she sighed.

"Hey, I might as well get late for class, but, meet me at lunch in Mr.Roger's dance studio?" I asked.

"Sure, see you then,"she said waving and walking away from me.

I sighed and finally looked at my timetable. Yes, it's been two years with the exact same timetable but I still couldn't memorize it.

'Yes, yes, yes!' I thought to myself. I had economics the first period and guess what, I might as well admit that I was a nerd who was worried about exams and getting into a good college.

Everything but maths was my favorite, it just was a fact that I hated it. I have no idea why, but yeah. Everything but maths also includes me loving P.E and art.

Yes, I was really fit and almost got every single medal and I entered many drawing competitions as well.

So, after literally telling another one of my secrets, I headed towards my economics class until I heard my name.

"Kylie, Kylie wait up!"a voice sounded across the hall.

I turned around and saw someone. It none other than... Ryder?!

What the hell was he doing here?

My jaw was hung open and I could feel all the stares on me. What did Ryder want from me? Well, he probably came to me to tell me about my phone.

I could see him clearly now, he was running towards me. Why? I have no idea.

After a few seconds he was up with me panting and breathing heavily, his hands gripping his legs hard and nearly squatting.

"For the state's best dancer, aren't you really unfit?" I joked, raising my eyebrow, as I smirked down at him.

He smiled but said nothing.

"Did you come up here to say anything?" I asked now getting annoyed cause I was getting late for class.

"Umm... Yes... Actually," he said still trying to catch his breath back.

I gave him an impatient glare to tell him to start up.

"I've got bad news."

Why? Life can't you give me one week without any trouble?

"It's about your phone..."

No! Don't even tell me!