My name is Kayden Sweets. I live here with my Mother just ouside of Candy Hallow. If given the choice I would have rather lived with my Dad. He and Mother split up when I was still in Elementary when Mother had discovered that he accepted a position as a Band Manager and quit his old job as a receptionist at the local Spa.
They had a huge fight out on the porch. It's where they usually fought. I think they thought that if I couldn't see them, I couldn't hear them. It just must have been the last straw for Mother because the next day she filed for divorce. She ended up getting custody of me since she made the most income.
Dad moved out and across town. I visit him as much as I can and we chat a lot online. We share a great love of music. On my birthday he bought me a guitar and started teaching me to play the same day.
Mother works as a CEO of the most major corporation in town. She hates music and is a total workaholic. She's the only person I know that get's off work, comes home to her computer, and works some more!
We argue a lot. She wants me to follow in her footsteps and take a job at Broadstreet, but I'd rather work in Music like Dad. Right now though, while I'm still in school, I have a part-time job at the bookstore helping out old man Woods. He's really getting up in years and appreciates my help.
It was the last week of school and I was really stressed out. Between trying to maintain my grade point average, earning money, and Mother nagging me about my future, it was almost too much.
But I finally made it! All the late night studing paid off and I graduated Valedictorian. I was voted, oddly enough, most likely to write a best seller. The next day after Mother left for work I went out and applied at the Theater. Because of my skill I was hired on the spot! My dream was finally taking flight, I was so elated!
But all good things must come to an end. It wasn't long before Mother found out about my new job and out biggest fight ever erupted.
"Your're just like your damn father! Making the same mistakes he did! Music will not make you a living!"
"Dad never made a mistake getting a job a the theater, he's doing something he loves! Not everyone likes buisness like you!"
"You don't know what your talking about. We'll go over to my work tomorrow, I'll show you how things are suppose to be. Then you'll quit that stupid job and do what I say"
That was the final straw, I snapped.
"THAT'S IT! I'M MOVING OUT! I can't stand you trying to control my life anymore!"
"How are you going to do that? You don't possibly have enough for a house."
"I have plently, I've been saving up for this day. I just knew either you would kick me out or I'd leave once I started to follow my dream. I'm 18 now. You can't stop me."
"FINE! BUT DON'T YOU COME BACK, BECAUSE I WON'T HELP YOU!"
So I packed a bag of my things and ended up staying with my Dad for a bit while I searched for a house. Finally after a week of searching I was able to find a cheap two bedroom house for sale in the newspaper. The next morning I was off to my new home and my new life.
To be continued...
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