It’s a nice sunny day here in L.A. Thats nothing new. Kyla and I are walking around the block. She has bugged me day after day to walk with her for the past month. And I finally gave in. Kyla doesn’t give up. I’m glad I finally let her in and be there for me. We have become really close since our father passed away a year and a half ago. I’ve learned to accept things as they come. Drama or not life is worth living to the fullest. Dang… Kyla has changed me. The party girl in me is even gone. Gosh, I never thought that would happen. I still haven’t really tried a relationship with a girl. Kyla is enough for me right now. She goes through guys like its nothing though. Okay, shes not that bad but since, she has been here, she has had about 6 or 7 boyfriends.

“So, do you plan on making this a daily thing?” I asked Kyla. She seemed to be in her own thoughts as I was seconds ago. I waited for her to snap back to reality and say huh. But she never did. “Ky?” I said nudging her shoulder with mine.

“Huh? What?” She said turning her head to me so fast. I thought I might of got whip lash from it. I giggled at her and asked her my question.

“I don’t know. Are you going to walk with me everyday?” She answered.

“Hm?… Maybe every other day.” I told her and she smiled and knotted her head. We both went back into our own little worlds. We continued to walk for a few more minutes. As we turned the corner my eyes met with the girl that moved into the house with her family about 8 months ago. I’ve never really met her. I’ve seen her at school but she has her own group of friends and we just stay out of each others way. Its not like I disliked her, I’ve just never met the girl. She was sitting on the brick wall the went around their house. Blocking out the rest of the block or L.A for that matter. I think she is crying. Well, it looks that way anyways. I don’t think she knows anyone is walking towards her. I nudged Kyla again and used my head to have her look at the girl. I don’t know her name either. She is in none of my classes. Maybe she will be in one of my classes next year. It is my last year of high school. I’m not sure if Kyla has met her before.