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Post by MIKAYLA HAYDEN TERRACE on Jun 14, 2012 19:32:41 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And who do you think you are
Running round leaving scars - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mikayla watched her group of dance students with a proud smile. She wasn’t quite to the point of getting back on the dance floor and showing her students how to fix things, but she was impressed at how they managed to tighten up their routines with just her vocal instructions. She was due to start her physical therapy soon, and she hoped that one day she’d be back on the stage with the students who braved her class. She hated that she had missed almost two weeks of classes because of the incident that had happened with her husband. It wasn’t much of a secret anymore that she had been hiding the abuse from her husband all the years. She didn’t talk about it with anybody, not even her own mother. She filed for divorce, and despite the advice from her doctors, went back to teaching, or at least, teaching as much as she could do with a shattered Tibia. “Excellent job, today, everybody!” she said, and stopped the music and standing up, putting pressure on the crutch that was keeping her balanced. “I know you guys hate it, but you have a homework assignment. I want you to find somebody-it can be a friend, family member, anybody-and I want you to do your routine in front of this person. Ask them to give you feedback, and work on anything they say.”She waited until she saw a collective nod and then smiled. “See you tomorrow afternoon,” she said in dismissal and hobbled over to gather her own things. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Word Count: 259
Tagged: Laurel
Notes: ---
Credit: Made by Daughter at caution 2.0.
Lyrics: Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.
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Post by LAUREL ROSE POND on Jun 14, 2012 22:54:14 GMT -5
The week from hell had only just begun. Laurel didn’t know what she was going to do. If word got out that she was pregnant, the whole school would look at her like she was a slut. She hasn’t told anybody yet; she had snuck a pregnancy test from her older sisters room. When her sister Samantha was in high school, she was known as the school slut, so when word got out about Laurel, people would start saying things like “the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree” and stuff of the like. At least Laurel had dance class to look forward to. It was her favorite part of the day, and her teacher, Mrs. Terrace, was one of the people that she could trust the most.
Laurel went into the locker room and got changed into her leotard, tights, and shoes. How long would it be before she would start showing? She would definitely not be able to dance for much longer…which really made her sad. She loved dance; jazz, tap, ballet; you name it, Laurel did it. Mrs. Terrace had been out of class for two weeks or so due to an incident with her husband. Laurel decided that she would stay after class in order to ask Mrs. Terrace how she was doing, and to tell her the news.
The class went well. Laurel was a bit off than usual, which was very odd for her, but to be expected. She kept looking down at her stomach, as if all of a sudden she would have an obnoxious baby bump. She was so nervous about everything to come. She didn’t know who she could trust anymore. She trusted her friends to go to that stupid party. Her first party that she actually decided to go to. And what happens? She gets date raped. Nobody knew what happened yet. She hasn’t told her parents, friends, or any authorities. She felt to dirty even thinking about what happened, feeling that it was her fault for not realizing somebody slipped something in her drink.
Mrs. Terrace dismissed class, and Laurel approached her once everyone had left. ”Hey, Mrs. Terrace…. How are you feeling?” She asked, nervous as a dog at the vet. Laurel was one to put others before her, thus her trying to talk about Mrs. Terrace’s current status rather than her own.
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Post by MIKAYLA HAYDEN TERRACE on Jun 16, 2012 15:20:55 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And who do you think you are
Running round leaving scars - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mikayla looked up from packing away her things and up at Laurel. She smiled at the girl; she always thought the girl was one of her best students, but even she had noticed she’d been off for a few rehearsals. When she asked how she was feeling, Mikayla gave her a small smile and nod. “I’m doing better,” she said softly. “Guess it’s not a secret anymore of my private life. I’m stuck in this cast for a few more weeks and then I have physical therapy. So hopefully I’ll be back on that stage with you and your students in no time.” She put a few more things back in the bag and then glanced up at Laurel again. “How are you?” she asked. “I noticed that you were having a little trouble. Is everything alright?” Mikayla gave the girl a concerned look. Something told her that she had stayed over to talk to her about something. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Collecting your jar of hearts
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Word Count: 158
Tagged: Laurel
Notes: ---
Credit: Made by Daughter at caution 2.0.
Lyrics: Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.
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Post by LAUREL ROSE POND on Jun 16, 2012 15:41:51 GMT -5
Laurel nodded as Mrs. Terrace talked about being in a cast for a few more weeks. She couldn’t bear think about how that must feel; to love to dance, but be inhibited from doing so. When Mrs. Terrace asked her if everything was alright, Laurel felt a wave of anxiety move through her body. ’This is it….I finally have to tell someone.’ Laurel thought to herself. ”Actually, no, not everything is alright. I was hoping that you could keep this between us two, until I’m able to tell others.” Laurel sat down on the edge of the stage, trying to keep herself from crying. Recalling the experience was horrible for her, and she hated herself for letting it happen.
”So, last month, a few friends invited me to a party; you know me, I never go to parties and such. But they had bugged me about it for weeks and I finally decided I would go. While I was there, somebody must have slipped something into my water, because the next thing that I remember is waking up the next morning in my front yard. Someone must have dropped me off at my house, but I don’t know who. My parents were out of town that weekend, so I let myself in….but anyway, I’m getting off track. GOD, I’m so stupid…” Laurel felt herself starting to lose it, and tried to keep composure so she could finish telling Mrs. Terrace. ”Well, I didn’t get my period last month, and was freaking out for the past few weeks. I ended up sneaking into my sisters room and stealing a pregnancy test…And, yeah, the rest is history. I was date-raped at a high school party.” Laurel said these last words quietly, as if in a trance. She did it though; she finally told someone that she could trust with this secret. It felt like this huge weight was lifted off her shoulders, and she was able to breathe again.
Word Count: 327
Tagged: Mikayla
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Post by MIKAYLA HAYDEN TERRACE on Jun 16, 2012 16:08:17 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And who do you think you are
Running round leaving scars - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When Laurel said that she wasn’t alright and wanted what she needed to say to be kept between the two of them, Mikayla nodded and leaned against the stage to keep her arm from tiring. She wanted to give the girl her full attention and did just that. She nodded again when Laurel said she didn’t go to parties. She had listened to the conversations her students had, and the teen was always silent during plans for parties and get-togethers. Mikayla frowned slightly when Laurel explained what had happened. When she said she had taken a pregnancy test, the dance instructor didn’t need anymore of an explanation. Her heart went out for the young girl. “I am so sorry that you had to go through that,” she said softly. “I swear to you that…nobody else will no about this. You can trust me; I know how to keep a secret.” She nodded slowly. “I kept one for four years, I can keep yours until you find the courage to let somebody else know. I’ll be here for you, alright?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Collecting your jar of hearts
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Word Count: 179
Tagged: Laurel
Notes: ---
Credit: Made by Daughter at caution 2.0.
Lyrics: Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.
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Post by LAUREL ROSE POND on Jun 16, 2012 22:19:23 GMT -5
Laurel pulled a hoodie over her head to cover up her leotard. She still couldn’t believe this happened. She should have never listened to her friends. Even THEY didn’t know about it. The fact that she was dropped off at her house was the most likely reason nobody knew. At least she hopes people didn’t know. She looked around the vacant auditorium. The schools auditorium was always her favorite place to go whenever something was bugging her. She would blast a song, whether it be classical or hip hop, and just dance her worries off. She never thought her worries would be like this. She slid off the stage and sat in one of the seats. ”I don’t know what to do, Mrs. Terrace. How should I break it to my parents?”
Laurel knew how her sister would react. She would first say that she was joking. Then when she realized she wasn’t joking, she would think that it was just another way to gain attention. Everything that Laurel did, according to her sister, was for attention; working hard to get good grades, being in dance, being outgoing, her parents always trusting and never doubting her. To say the least, she was jealous of Laurel. They never got along well, and Laurel never thought that they would.
word count: 281
tagged: mikayla! 
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Post by MIKAYLA HAYDEN TERRACE on Jun 17, 2012 19:12:19 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And who do you think you are
Running round leaving scars - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mikayla watched Laurel as she moved from the stage to a chair, and then asked the question she also had been wondering for the girl. She was at a loss of what to tell her. She never had the courage to tell her mother that she was being abused every day she went home for years, she could just imagine how Laurel felt in trying to find the words to tell her parents her own secret. Sighing, she hobbled over to the seats and sat beside her, placing a hand on Laurel’s shoulder. “I wish I knew how to tell you,” she said softly. “I know that it’s very hard. But you have more courage than others. I can see that in your dancing. I have faith that you will find the words. And…if you want, I will gladly be there for you. If you want me to set up a meeting, if that will make things easier for you, I’ll do whatever I can to help.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Collecting your jar of hearts
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Word Count: 167
Tagged: Laurel
Notes: ---
Credit: Made by Daughter at caution 2.0.
Lyrics: Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.
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Post by LAUREL ROSE POND on Jun 20, 2012 0:24:06 GMT -5
Laurel looked up at her teacher when she offered to be there when she broke the news to her parents. Laurel knew that she had to do this task on her own. Her parents were going to be enraged with her, and she didn’t want Mrs. Terrace to be there when the shit hit the fan. She thought about how, when, and where she would break it to her parents. ”I don’t think you should be there, Mrs. Terrace…No offence. I just don’t want them freaking out while you’re there. But I’ll mull it over. It may be best that I have somebody else there…” She said, looking up. Laurel’s head was in a jumble. She had contradicting thoughts bouncing all over her mind, “I’m just afraid, that,” this was it, Laurel was about to start crying, “that when I tell them, they may disown me. I don’t know what I’d do. I don’t even know what I want to do with the baby. Should I get an abortion? Give it up for adoption? Or do the unthinkable and keep it? UGH! I don’t know what is going on anymore!” Laurel said, dropping her head into her hands, bawling her eyes out. She didn't care who saw her, though she hated crying in front of people; she was always so strong, but this was cause for tears.
word count: 227
tagged: Mikayla
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Post by MIKAYLA HAYDEN TERRACE on Jun 23, 2012 11:04:36 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And who do you think you are
Running round leaving scars - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mikayla nodded in understanding at Laurel’s explanation about thinking she shouldn’t be present when she broke the news to her parents. She knew what it was like to be in the girl’s shoes; she was still trying to find a way to tell her own parents about everything that had happened between her and Ryan. It was a hard task, and her heart went out to the teenager in front of her. As Laurel broke down into tears and expressed her fears and concerns, Mikayla sat beside her and pulled her into a hug. “You’re going to be alright,” she said. “No matter what happens between your parents, you’re welcome to come to me, no matter what, alright? My door is always open, and so is my home. As for your choice on the child, just remember - you’re responsible for a life now. If you decide to get an abortion, I feel that you will regret it for the rest of your life. There are plenty of parents in the world who try every day for a child, and if you chose the adoption route, then you could help them. But if you decided to keep your baby, and become a mother, that’s not a bad thing either. Just remember - it’s your choice. Nobody else’s.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Collecting your jar of hearts
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Word Count: 217
Tagged: Laurel
Notes: ---
Credit: Made by Daughter at caution 2.0.
Lyrics: Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.
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Post by LAUREL ROSE POND on Jun 25, 2012 23:07:42 GMT -5
Laurel finally was able to compose herself after Mrs. Terrace’s words of kindness and wisdom. She knew that her dance instructor would be the perfect person to tell this to; she had always looked up to her, and knew that she could talk to her about anything. The fact that she said that her door was always open to her nearly made laurel cry again. She wasn’t used to be given such kindness. Usually, she was the one helping everyone else in her life, so this was an unknown act to her.
”Yeah, I know…But I feel like keeping it would be the only option that I could live with. If I did get an abortion, I would spend the rest of my life wondering what my child would be like. If I put it up for adoption, I would loathe myself for not allowing my child to grow up with its birth parents. So the only option I can really think of myself doing is keeping the baby. Sure, it’ll mean no going out to parties (thank goodness for that), more work, HARDER work, and my family being okay with it…which is going to be the hardest thing I do...
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Post by MIKAYLA HAYDEN TERRACE on Jun 27, 2012 16:24:40 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And who do you think you are
Running round leaving scars - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mikayla listened to Laurel and nodded at her words. The teen had a good head on her shoulders. Out of all of her students, there were only a select few who she felt were going to go far. Laurel was one of them. “Whatever choice you make, I know that you’ll make the right one, for you,” she said with a nod. “So you’ve hit a bump in the road. We all do. Sometimes more literal than planned.” Mikayla looked down at her left hand, at the white stripe on her ring finger where her wedding band used to be for a second and then at Laurel. “You’re a good kid, Laurel, you’re the brightest and most advanced in my class. I know that you make the right decision.” She looked at the young girl in front of her curiously. “How far along are you?” she finally asked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Collecting your jar of hearts
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Word Count: 158
Tagged: Laurel
Notes: ---
Credit: Made by Daughter at caution 2.0.
Lyrics: Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.
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Post by LAUREL ROSE POND on Jul 1, 2012 22:51:29 GMT -5
Laurel nodded at Mrs. Terrace. “Thanks. I just hope my parents feel the same way. I mean, compared to my sister, I have always been a saint to my parents. But I feel that when I tell them that I was raped they will feel like I should not have the baby, let alone keep it. But I feel like it will be part of me. Like I wont be able to give it up.”
Laurel looked up at Mrs. Terrace when she asked how far along she was. “Um, I’m going to assume two months, about. The party was about two months ago, so yeah.” Laurel sighed a big exasperated sigh. “I cant believe this happened, still. My life can either go two ways: It will just keep getting better, or go completely downhill. I need to get a second job…” Now Laurel was just saying random thoughts.
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Post by MIKAYLA HAYDEN TERRACE on Jul 2, 2012 15:54:56 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And who do you think you are
Running round leaving scars - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mikayla nodded at Laurel as she spoke and thanked her. She also hoped that the girl’s parents were supportive of her, and would understand her situation. She nodded again when Laurel spoke of her unborn child and how he or she was a part of her. As she spoke about how far along she was, Mikayla listened to the teenager speak. She put her hand on her shoulder when she started to slightly ramble. “Hey, one step at a time, alright?” she said. “You’re not going to go downhill, you have support in this, even if it is just me at the moment. I’m sure that your friends, your family they will come to understand, and if they don’t, you can always come to me. You have to take it easy now; the first three months are important for the development of a child, and one wrong move can take that all away.” She wasn’t about to reveal that she knew so much about what she did. Only her doctors knew of the two miscarriages she had in the past three years alone because of her abusive husband. The farthest she ever made it into a pregnancy was 10 weeks. And that had been painful enough for her. She didn’t want to damper Laurel’s spirits even farther with her depressing past. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Collecting your jar of hearts
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Word Count: 221
Tagged: Laurel
Notes: ---
Credit: Made by Daughter at caution 2.0.
Lyrics: Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.
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Post by LAUREL ROSE POND on Jul 11, 2012 22:14:38 GMT -5
Taking a deep breath, Laurel pulled herself together. ”You’re right. One step at a time. I will be able to get through this if I just think of that…” Laurel listen to Mikayla tell her that she had support, and that more people will understand once she told them. She nodded, again, “Yeah, I can only hope. I just don’t want to see my parents faces when they find out that their perfect daughter is pregnant…UGH I feel so stupid….and I feel like a broken record for saying that as often as I have been in this conversation. You know what, I think it would be good if somebody else was there for me to break the news to my folks….would you mind?”
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