Kayla Wilson woke up with a groan, as her alarm clock rang. Her high school, Monta Vista High, had a Christmas Break for 3 weeks, so Kayla was free. Unfortuently, all her friends were going out of town. She had no boyfriend, even though her looks were stunning. Kayla’s mom had died when Kayla was only 8 years old. Emily Wilson died of Breast Cancer. Ever since she was 13, Kayla started helping out at Breast Cancer foundations.

Kayla walked down the steps; tugging her lavender terry cloth robe tighter with each step she took. She sat down at the Wilson’s wooden table. Her father, John Wilson, was cooking up a storm of some delicious smelling French toasts. She sat down, and picked up a Teen People magazine. She flipped through it, until she came to a page with her favorite band, Nsync on it. The five guys smiled up at her from their photo. She stared longingly at Justin, her favorite member. His hair just looked so adorable! She put down the magazine as John sat down across from his daughter. “Morning, Sunshine,” her dad greeted her. “Morning, Dad,” she replied. “Okay, I’m gonna cut to the chase here…” he started. Kayla shifted. “It’s about Lynn.” He added. Lynn was the woman that John had started dating when she was sixteen. When he had first started dating her, she was certain that it would not have lasted long. But then she realized her dad was trying to get over her mother. She understood that he wasn’t trying to make Kayla jealous. She respected that. “Anyway, I just want you to know, that I love you and your mother very much,” “Dad!” She said sternly. “Fine. I’ll tell you. Okay, last night, I asked Lynn to marry me.” He said in a rush. “Excuse me?” “I asked her to marry me,” he repeated. “And she said…” she asked anxiously. “Yes.” He said cheerfully. His face was all happy, so she decided not to ruin his moment. “The wedding will be in spring, I think.” He said. “Okay, I have got to get to the factory. Renee is expecting me. Oh, and also, she’s got a son, who’s 19. There going to move here for the last 2 weeks of your vacation, and then stay here!” He took his last bite of toast, put his plate in the sink, grabbed his briefcase, and rushed out the door.
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