Nobody to Somebody

Chapter 1

Kyla's P.O.V
Well, I'm going to miss this place. All the memories I remember were spent in this exactly small house.

Growing up, we didn't have much. We lived in a one story house. We had two bedrooms, one small bathroom, and a kitchen that was connected to the living room.

I lived with my parents but sadly they passed away. I remember the day like it was yesterday. We were waiting for our parents to fetch us because it was pouring and we didn't want to catch a cold.

We waited at the bus stop because that's where mom and dad told us to wait, whenever they were late. We were 13 years old at the time so we had no choice but to listen to our parents.

When we walked there, I saw them approaching, and I was relieved, but a truck collided into them, and I was devastated. I saw my parents die right there.

I still remember the plate number up until this day. It was 586 5GX. By we, I meant my twin sister Skyler and I. They both couldn't suffer the impact of the truck.

We called the ambulance, and they declared that they were dead, right there on the spot. Luckily, they did have a funeral cover, but only just good friends of hers attended, and from my dad's side, only the grandparents came, but they didn't like us much.

They blamed us and told us that we were the reason that they died. I pushed the thought of my mom and dad away because I'm going to Havard. Yes, the school has a 5% acceptance rate.

I do miss them every single day. After the accident we didn't even have a guardian so we had to stay alone. Well I had to stay alone because Sky wouldn't even come back home so I stayed home alone.

I got used to it by the time I turned fourteen. I read books that were beyond my level of intelligence, I studied online, but I had to use the neighbor's laptop, and she did not like that. I'm currently qualified in cyber security, software development, and IT. I want to do a masters in computer science overall so I can get a job and live my life.

I'm eighteen, which is why I'm getting out of here to go study. My neighbor, Ms. Serena does not like us. She says we're either too much work or we don't do enough work. She calls me most of the time to clean her house, and I don't even get a reward for it, but I guess my reward is not going to child services all these years.

I folded the last of my light blue boyfriend jeans, and I gently closed my grey suitcase. In terms of clothes, I did not have a lot of them, but I am willing to buy when I get a part-time job.

I checked the room if I packed everything. I'll miss the cracks on the walls, I'll miss some holes in the ceiling, and I'll miss the doodles Sky and I drew as a kid. The flaws of the house are what make it home and memorable.

Sky and my bedroom had two single beds. Mine had math and physics formulas while hers was lavender, well different shades of lavender. I'm a math and physics obsessed uhhh...girl. There is no way I'm calling myself a geek.

Mine was on the eastern side, and hers was on the western side, I would say left or right, but that would change all the time cause of it being inaccurate. So as my high school teacher who taught me physics has said.

"Come on, Kyla. Take your shit and let's go." Sky shouted, and I almost shouted back, but I controlled myself. Upsetting Sky is what I wouldn't want to do. She's my sister even though we don't get along much, I still love her.

I almost forgot my round glasses. My mom couldn't afford a new pair, so I've been technically wearing them since I was thirteen. If you take good care of them, you can still see just not very well. What I'm trying to say is that I could see better with them than I could without them. Sky has contacts, but I don't know how she afforded them.