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Post by Christine Marie on Feb 17, 2011 20:52:16 GMT -5
Kyra Had a major in photography and Loved New York City. For Ten Years she saw herself living in a beach house in Las Angelas somewhere.
Then In two thousand and eight when Her Dad, older sister Renee and her, visited her Mom who was working In Manhattan her mind changed. Kyra knew now where she really wanted to be.
Her Hopes and dreams were to rent an apartment, on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. She wanted it to have two bedrooms, an open kitchen slash living room and somewhere she could do her paintings Kyra didn't care what kind of view it had.
Kyra always longed for a life of her own outside of Renfrew, and away from her overprotective parents. She grew tired of her midnight curfew, even though she was twenty three.
Kyra self contiously wonderd to herself sometimes, while out with Cody and his friends if they noticed the colars around her neck for the short leash her parents had on her.
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Post by Christine Marie on Feb 17, 2011 21:37:31 GMT -5
Kyra was afraid of having a drink, smoke or anything rebellious for fear of never being allowed to see Kody again.
Weekends became her favorite because when she was allowed out for it, she loved being with Kody. Kyra saw a side of herself when she was with him, that she never knew existed.
Kyra smiled to herself as she finished looking at the digital photos, she had taken the weekend before of Kody and his friends at the park. Fresh memories began to resurface, so she picked up her cell phone and sent Kody a text message.
Through her headphones, she heard the phone ring beside her Father's chair, it was her Uncle calling about Hunting the next day and to do with dogs. The TV was loud, so she finished writing her story as usual after closing her pictures, ignoring it and turned her music up.
It was three in the morning before Kyra turned off her music, stopped surfing the web and finally went to bed.
She loved it this time of night, when she took her headphones down it was quiet except for the constant hum of the fridge. Kyra walked to the two steps before the kitchen and sat down to enjoy it for awhile.
Her Nieces weren't yelling, or crying. The Tv wasn't on. Also the sound of a phone ringing was a ghost to her.
It was just Quiet.
Kyla sat there for awhile taking it all in, before heading up to bed with her thingyerspanial Rascal.
*****
"Aunt Kyra" she heard two little voices say at her door where the baby gate was, she didn't even have to open her eyes to know that it was Isabelle. "Hi Rascal" she said when her thingyerspanial woke up and excitedly went over to greet Izzie.
"Kyra come on, Rascal needs to be let out" her sister Renee, said over the baby gate. "Also I need help with the girls".
Kyra groaned. 'Not my problem' she thought bitterly to herself.
"Come on girls" Renee said to Izzie and Savannah. "I'll let Rascal out for you, so you have time to wake up. "Maybe later we will go shopping".
'If I ever wake up' Kyra thought bitterly to herself again.
When Kyra groggily dragged herself downstairs, she found her sister on her computer, and the girls had the entire living room a mess. She hated waking up to this because she knew her Parents, would be mad if they saw this.
Instead of cleaning Kyra sat in her Father's recliner by the phone, while cartoons showed on TV.
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