Disclaimer: I don't own tokio hotel, though, it would be amazing, i'll have to buy universal one day…

a/n: okay, sorry for the lack of an update, I've been very busy with the end of the 3rd quarter and all. and don't worry, tokio hotel is coming soon. right now I'm listening to five finger death punch, so they are my muse for this chapter.

don't say goodbye.

Jayla's P.O.V.

When I finally gave up on sleep it was about 7 o'clock in the morning. I had school today and decided I would actually put some effort into doing my hair and makeup. Usually I just run a brush through my hair and throw on some eyeliner and mascara. Today I would actually tease my hair, and put on more makeup. Walking over to my closet, I pulled open the door. Grabbing my school uniform, I went over to my bathroom to change. After changing, I went over to my vanity. I grabbed my flatiron and turned it on, waiting for it to get hot. It took about two minutes. During that time I put my iPod into my iHome and turned it on. I had put it on shuffle mode; the current song playing was Kiss A Girl by Skye Sweetnam.

I straightened my hair and it now came down to about the bottom of my ribs. I pulled my bangs up into a clip, knowing that they would just get in my way if I did them now. I took some foundation and applied it to my skin, along with powder. I examined my vanity and found my stick of black eyeliner. I went through at least a stick of eyeliner each month, that's a lot of eyeliner. I applied that to my lids and underneath my eyes. I found dark purple, glittery eye shadow. I blended that together on my eyelids with some black eye shadow and added some white by my eyebrows. Adding some blush to my cheekbones, I also found my lip gloss. I put that on, so it was very subtle.

After I finished my makeup, I finished my hair. I teased it and added a bow. As I was exiting my room I took a glance into my full-length mirror. My petite figure was clearly visible. I was about five foot and one inch. I was a short girl, and I sort of liked it. I wasn't necessarily skinny, but I wasn't large. I had a athletic body, that did have some fat. My calves and arms were completely muscle. My thighs and stomach had a little fat on them. I always thought that I was very large, that was until I grew all the way. I never really thought I was pretty, though I was told I was constantly. I always thought that my nose was too large and pointy, my lips were too small, my eyes were just there, and that I was disproportionate in the face. People told me I was ridiculous.

I looked away from the mirror and grabbed my book bag. I walked down the carpeted stairs and to the kitchen island. Hanging my book bag on the back of the chair, I sat down at one of the stools. My mother had been making pancakes, since she was a housewife; she did this sort of thing often. I grabbed two chocolate chip pancaked and covered them in whip cream.

My mother looked at my grotesquely, "Do you want to continue to get even fatter then you already are?"

I just ignored her comment, taking in a huge bite of pancake and whip cream. She told me these things often, mainly because she hated me. I hated her too. She thought that I had possessed by the devil, and I took my sister with me. Now my dad on the other hand, was the coolest dad on Earth. He helped my friends and I prank call boys, using his man voice. He also was my videogame buddy and played Rock Band 2 with me all the time. When I spoke to my dad about my mom I often called her his wife, instead of mom. He didn't care; at least I spoke to him.

My father was the one who replied to my mother, "Don't tell her that Liane, and remember how you looked at her age? Besides, I think she's the perfects weight. Not a stick, but not carrying some extra baggage, she's beautiful."

"Thanks dad," I muttered, so that my mother didn't hear.

He nudged me in the side and I giggled. He slid me a piece of paper with a note on it, this just meant that he didn't want mom to hear something, we did this a lot.

The note read, "I know something's wrong. Tell me. What are you hiding?"

I wrote back, "There is something I need to tell you, something that's going to change my life forever. Do you want to know right now?"

"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, I kinda won a contest."

"What kind of contest?"

"A contest that involves Run, Forrest, Run! in it."

"Hmm… I think that you need to tell me now because I have to go to work in five minutes."

"Okay. Well, Ben entered us into this contest, and we won. Now we get to go on a world wide tour with Tokio Hotel, starting this summer."

"Oh my gosh, honey, that's great. I'm so proud of you. You are living out your dream!"

"Thanks dad, that means a lot to me. I just know your wife won't be too happy about me hanging out with four rockstars that all happen to be boys for three months."

"Don't worry about your mother, I'll deal with her. Just promise me one thing."

"What is it?"

"Just don't say goodbye to me when you leave, I don't think I could handle that."

"Okay dad, I promise."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

My dad gave me a hug and grabbed his things while walking out the door, he had a huge smile on his face.