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With Her Children (standard:drama, 1504 words)
Author: PoetryGyrl2003Added: Feb 14 2001Views/Reads: 3559/2240Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
McKayla has lost everything she has ever loved: her children. She is lost and confused. If she was anything in the world, she was a mother.
 



McKayla Laurel pushed her foot on the gas pedal, accelerating her car
over 90 miles per hour. She was driving faster and faster away from a 
town where she had spent her whole life. She wanted to forget 
everything and everyone, and just leave. She took each curve of the 
road a little faster than the last, not caring if she hurt herself or 
her car. 

It was all gone, everything she had ever loved and cherished. She had
worked her whole life to get the things she had, and in a split second, 
they were all gone. 

She reached over to the passenger seat, and grabbed her fifth of Jack
Daniels. She took a long swig, and proceeded to drive. She was about 30 
miles outside of town, before she finally slowed down. She turned onto 
the interstate, and put her car on cruise. She leaned her head against 
the headrest of her seat, and took a long, deep breath. She was 
exhausted. 

A few weeks ago, her life seemed perfect. She had a happy family, with
two wonderful kids. With her youngest only being 6 months old, she was 
reluctant to get back to work, but the advertising agency where she had 
made partner was very important to her. 

Growing up, life was hell for her. She was a poor child, never really
having very much. Her mother was an alcoholic, who didnt care what 
happened to any of her 5 kids. McKayla, being the oldest raised her 
younger brothers and sisters. Her father would pop in occasionally, to 
get a rise from her mother. Every time after one of his visits, her 
mother would disappear for days at a time, never leaving money or food. 
Not even a note. 

After turning 16, Kayla got a part time job at the movie theater selling
popcorn and candy. She would see other happy kids coming in and 
spending 20-30 dollars each time. While they were always worried about 
what movie they were going to see, McKayla thought about how much food 
was at home to feed her brothers and sisters. 

Her mother never apologized for her actions. She never said anything
really, leaving Kayla to believe her mother hated her. McKayla would 
feed and clothe her siblings the best she could, but she wished they 
had just a little more. Kayla grew up long before she ever hit her teen 
years. 

Remembering how life had done her wrong, Kayla started driving faster.
She didnt care anymore, about anything at all. She just wanted to 
disappear like her mother had done. Dissappear forever. 

She soon finished the fifth of Jack, and pulled over to the closest gas
station. She filled up her tank, and went in and used the restroom. The 
clerk looked at her rather funny, until Kayla gave her a hard, cold 
look. She got a carton of Marlboro Reds, and was out the door. 

She got back into her car, and sped away. When she got back on the
interstate, she turned the rradio up as loud as it could, and tried to 
push thoughts from her mind. She didnt want to think about anything 
now. Lighting a cigarette, she remembered how she was  trying to quit. 

"Screw that now," She said aloud to herself. "Who the hell will know if
I do or dont? Not anyone that matters anyway." 

She slowed down noticing a turn that she decided that she wanted to
take. It look like it just dissapeared into the woods. Thats what she 
wanted. 

After she graduated from highschool, she had savd eenough moeny, and
earned enough grants and scholarships to go to the nearby community 
college. She studied graphic arts, and soon became very good at 
advertising slogans, and artistic drawings for companies. She gave what 
little money she had every month to her family, helping all of her 
siblngs live. She never thought it was this hard just to survive. 

She got a job at a small advertising firm in her town. She worked her
way from a secretary, to Assistant Supervisor of Advertising. She was 
in charge and making good money for her family. She moved them out of 
the little 2 room house into a 4 bedroom house on the outside of town. 


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