My name is Kayla Im 15. I have just moved to San Diego to live with my Dad & step-mom.
I lived in new York, but I was forced to move here. My mom died just recently of being
murdered, that’s why I had to move. My parents got a divorce when I & my brother were 6.
When they did, my brother, Trey had to live with my dad & me with my mom. We didn’t
want to be separated, but that’s what happened. I haven’t seen my brother in 9, almost 10
years. When I got to the house last week he was more than excited to see my face again.
As far as my dad goes, he works in business. But doesn’t fly away often, usually stays
home. Im his baby girl and he doesn’t want anything to happen to me. Just like my brother
my dad will protect me no matter what. Not a bad thing, but not a good thing either.