So… I´m back at school… well, now it´s weekend, but I went to school this Monday. And I know I told you guys that I would write more when school started, because at school, I gotta wait for the bus for like hours a day. Well, just this first week, I waited like twelve hours totally. Nine hours for just the first two days. And six hours just the first day… I love my life. I haven´t updated this so much because. Well, I don´t really know why. As I told you earlier, I´m running out of ideas, for those, I know nothing about. I haven´t got ideas for Hayley, Chantal, Rio and Alice. Those I have ideas for is- Jackie, Roxy, Rebecca, Milly, Harry, Sapphire, The Kettles, Johnny and Tee, Carmen, Toby, Liam, Frank, Gus, Elektra, Tyler, Lizanne, Rick, Kitty, and Jody. But I´m sure I´ll think of something, for those I don´t have any ideas for. Alright, end of the bla bla bla, This time it´s Layla´s turn. If it´s crap, I´m very sorry, I just came up wíth the idea.
Layla Gibbs
"Mummy, what´s wrong?" Jean´s eight year old son, Aiden asked his mum. Jean grimaced, she had been feeling a bit dodgy, the last few weeks. But it had now gotten much worse, her stomach hurted she felt sick, and after giving birth to eleven kids, she knew that was she was feeling, wasn´t normal.
"Is it the baby?" Thirteen year old Esther asked. Jean nodded, with another grimace.
"Get daddy" That was one of the 16- year old identical twins. Jessica or Johanna. The other twin helped Jean to lay down on the floor.
"Call 999," fourteen year old Noah junior said, and the last thing Jean could hear was her husband´s who also was named Noah senior´s voice saying.
"Coming through, out of my way." Then Jean went unconscious.
Two hours later
Noah sr, was sitting in the waiting room at the hospital. They were all there. He had the three year old twins, Jamie and Joe on each of his knees. The older twins sat on his left side with their arms around each other´s shoulders. Esther and Noah jr, sat on his right, also they with their arms around each other´s shoulders. Fifteen year old Dixie sat on the other side of the waiting room, with eight year old Aiden in her lap. The eleven year old twins, Julie and June sat to the left of Dixie and Aiden. And the oldest, twenty- two year old Richard was walking back and forth in the room. Nobody said a word, until the door´s opened and the doctor who had taken care of Jean came into the room, with the baby in his arms.
"Where´s mum?" Johanna asked.
"Is she Ok?" Aiden asked.
"Kids, be quiet. So the doctor can tell us what happened." Richard said, and it became drop dead quiet. The doctor said.
"Your mum got something called preeclampsia. That´s when protein gets into the blood, it can happen when somebody´s pregnant. It´s very dangerous, both for the mum and for the kid."
"Is she ok?" Noah couldn´t stand it anymore. "Is my Jeanie ok?"
"I´m very sorry." Was the only thing the doctor said. And then she placed the baby, who was screaming, in Noah´s arms. Then she opened her eyes. Noah breathed in.
"She´s got mum´s eyes." Richard said.
"Yeah," Noah sobbed, "She has."
Three weeks later
"What are we going to name her dad?" Jamie asked.
"Layla... it´s what your mum would have wanted."
One year later
"Does she have Celebral Palsy?"
"I don´t know for sure." The doctor said. "But there is something, and it looks like it is Celebral palsy."
Half an hour later.
"I´m sorry." Noah whispered with tears in his voice. "I can´t take care of a handicapped child, I just can´t." he placed Layla on a chair in the waiting room. With a letter saying what her name was. Then he turned around, to never look back again. And to never return to the waiting room, where he lost his wife, and his daughter.