Here's my disclaimer: I do not own Daughters of the moon or any of the characters from the books. I only own my characters that I created.
A/N: OKay first of all I would just like to say ever since I started reading the books I've always thought that the Seren/Stanton couple was the best and I support them of course. This idea just came to me and I needed a Follower that I knew enough about their personality to go off of. So I really am sorry to all the Serena/ Stanton fans because I am one too I just couldn't let this idea go to waste. Anyways I will provide some info about my OC for this story:
Name: Kylie Jane Astico (don't ask me where I come up with the last names cause idk lol)
Age: 17
Hair: Black on the bottom with very light blonde streaks on the top
Personality: She is actually a nice person but it takes a while for her to trust people so she puts on a show of hwo tough she is to scare people away until she knows she can trust them. She likes almost all music but Rock is her favorite.
And the rest of her background you will read in a moment ^_*
I watched the trees that passed by in a blur. Part of me felt bad. The other part of me was just numb. I hated what my mother was doing to me. She always made these decisions without even considering how I felt. This time she had exiled me to live with my father.
My parents weren't married and they split up right after I was born. My mother lived in a small town in the Northwest of America. After they split up my father wanted to follow more ambitious dreams and moved to L.A. All that ended up doing was making him a computer geek at one of the middle schools.
I had lived with my mom for most of my life. We weren't exactly what you would call close but we respected each others distances and gave each other the right amount of space; except when she wanted to meddle in my life. I had never meddled in her life and that included when she dated that loser Jerry. He was a total pervert and always gave me weird looks. I never told her how much I didn't like him; instead I would escape to my room whenever he came over. After a while, of course, he left my mom for someone younger.
I had an older sister, too. Her name was Karina; she was 5 years older than me. She was the result of a fling my mom had, had in college, a few years before she even met my dad. She always seemed to me like she was trying to prove herself. Like she was trying to show the world that not having a dad didn't make her any less of a person. But really she wasn't the nicest person to begin with. She picked on me a lot growing up, but after a while I never let it bother me. My mom would always say "Just fight back.", but whenever I tried I got in trouble.
But somehow growing up we were always jealous of each other. I was the smart one, the fast-learner, and more social, I was friendlier than Karina was. Karina was held back a couple grades, she struggled a lot in school, but she was still street-smart. She didn't have very many friends and the ones she had were complete losers. However, she was the favorite child. My mom and I avoided talking whenever we could, only saying the necessary things like "How was your day?" and we only did that when there was company over. That was my mom's thing. She always wanted to appear to be the happy family on the outside. Karina and my mom were closer than sisters. They looked alike, acted the same, they even dated the same kind of guys.
Karina finally left the house when she was almost 22. She had lived in the house for a couple years after she graduated. She milked money off of my mom even though she already had a job. My mom always let her have the excuse that she was saving up to move out someday. My mom of course always seemed to have money to spare for her though because she treated her like an only child. I was never jealous of the money though. I had my own job and I paid my own way. If I wanted clothes I bought them, jewelry I paid for it, I even bought my own car. The only mistake I made was putting it on my mothers insurance.
A couple months after Karina finally left my mom decided that she was done raising kids. She called up my dad and worked out an agreement with him. I would be going down to live with him in L.A. I asked her how I was supposed to drive myself down there. She told me my dad would come get me. She wasn't going to let me take my car because otherwise I would have to put it on my dad's insurance and he couldn't afford that on his salary. Living up by the rural area made it easy for my mom to make more money because there were fewer jobs. My dad had to search for 2 years before he finally found a job he liked. Living in the city meant more people and more people meant fewer good-paying jobs. It was a choice he had made and he had sacrificed me to make it.
My mom wanted to use me as leverage against him. She told him that if he moved he wasn't allowed to take me. He moved because he wanted to follow his dream and he wasn't willing to give it up. He was, however, willing to give up almost $300 per month to pay for child support. That was the only other thing that I got and I only got half of it each month. My mother took the rest calling it my "living expenses". She just bought fancy perfumes with it. I'm sure at first she loved me, but once I hit my rebellion years, we pulled apart. I happened to hit my rebellion years when I was 6. Why shouldn't I have? I was young smart and independent. It made sense for me then to stand on my own. Karina was already 11 but she was still in 4th grade. She was always having trouble in her classes and even when she got into high school and my mom paid for tutors for her, they always ended up leaving because most of them were guy, and well, you get the picture.
So now I sat in the car, exiled to moving in the middle of my school year, waiting for the signs to say 'Now entering Los Angeles' or maybe see the big HOLLYWOOD sign. It couldn't be that bad living in a metropolis. The town we had lived in was neither big nor small it was just a town. It had small towns and big cities surrounding it. So I grew up with a little bit of small town girl inside me, but I always knew I was meant for the city. I just never imagined the city would so big.
I had gone and visited my dad a few times when I was younger. But in that past few years he couldn't afford the annual trips so I stopped going when I was 12. I thought about my summers spent in the last five years.
My summers were pretty normal, spending time with girl and guy friends alike. For the last summer we went to Scotland and saw some of the older castles. It was part of a World History field trip. Scotland was one of the most beautiful places I had ever been. The highlands were the best, naturally for me because I had a great sense of adventure. We went caving once while we were there looking to find more information about one of Robert the Bruce's hide-outs during the war with England over the Scottish throne. Some of the girls weren't physically fit or up for the climb, but I had always loved rock-climbing and it was one of the greatest experiences of my life.
I looked at my dad now; he was paying attention to the mad stop-and-go traffic and badly singing to an old song that I had never heard before. He finally looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back, but only out of politeness of not wanting to hurt his feelings. I knew he could tell that I didn't want this, but he needed all the money he could get and the child support was getting to be too much for him. This was why he jumped at the opportunity when my mom suggested it.
Was that all I was to them? The question kept ringing inside my head and it was causing a very bad headache. I pulled out my iPod and turned on Skillet – one of my favorite bands – the song was "Falling inside the Black". How ironic I thought to myself. At first I wasn't even listening to the lyrics but once it hit the chorus I couldn't help but mentally sing to the familiar words:
I'm falling in the black, slipping through the cracks
Falling to the depths can I ever go back?
Dreaming of the way it used to be
Can you hear me?
Falling in the black slipping through the cracks
Falling to the depths can I ever go back?
Falling inside the black
Falling inside, falling inside
The black
I let the words drown out everything in my mind. All I could hear was the guitars and the drums. No more voices asking questions inside my head that I had no intentions of finding the answers to. Answers only hurt. I winced as I thought of all the times I had gotten answers before and regretted it. I pulled my hood up over my head and laid it on the door of the passenger seat. My eyelids became heavier and heavier after every second. Finally they closed.
A/N: Okay was that so bad? Yes I know it was short most of the chapters will be like that most likely sry if you like the longer ones. Anyways feel free to tell me what you think.