Double Devine

Taylor Marie Gold. Shawna Lay Smith. Kayla Ariana Devine. Which one is the real one? Kayla Devine has been living three different lives. Ever since her parents split up, Kayla has different identities. Her mother lives farther away from her father. She goes to two different schools. At one school, she is Taylor Marie Gold, the goody girl. Straight A's. Perfect blonde hair, blue sparkling eyes. Every guy's dream girl. At another school, she is Shawna Lay Smith. The bad girl. Fails in school. Sneaks out. Risktaker. What happens when 2 boys fall in love with her fake identities? What happens when the real Kayla falls in love? Double life, double everything.

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1. Not So Devine

"Kayla, sweetheart. Your father and I..We don't.." My mother was having issues speaking.

"I know what's happening. He's gonna walk out on me." I cried in my mother's arms.

"You'll get to see him every week. We'll switch you up." My mother gently rubbed circles on my back.

"So I'm just going to move to different schools every week?" I let go of my mother's firm hold.

"Yes. With me, you'll go to Melvin Highschool next year. The rest of this year you'll finish out going to Melvin Middle." My mother explained slowly to me, like my brain could not function words.

"What highschool will I go to with Daddy?" I asked, impatiently waiting for an answer.

"Calder El High." My mother's voice cracked. She was more broken then me.

"Okay. I'll do it just for you." I held my mother's hand in my own.

"Thank you. I love you." My mother was breaking down in front of me.

"What is your name?" I asked her.

"Wha- I don't under-" I cut her off.

"What is your name?" My voice raised a little.

"Shannon Black." My mother muttered through sobs.

"Your new name is Shannon Devine, and mine is Kayla Devine. His last name will never be used again in your presence." I kissed her cheek.

"I like it." My mother held my face, then wrapped her arms around my waist.

*            *            *            *            *            *           *

"Morning, Kayla." My mom heard my footsteps in the hallway.

"Hey. Remember. My new name is Taylor." I plopped onto the chair, and my mother handed my breakfast to me.

"Why'd you change it again?" My mother was facing the stove.

"To start over. New school. No dad. New me." I shoved a huge bite of pancake into my mouth.

"I've always liked the name Taylor." My mother slid into the seat next to me at the counter.

It had been a week since my father moved out of our house. I was starting highschool tomorrow. Freshman at Melvin High. The first week would be at Melvin High, the next would be at Calder El High, with my father, James Black. I hated that name. Although, I didn't really like Kayla Devine either. My mom liked it, so she kept it.

"It's Sunday. The library is closing tomorrow. Want to go today?" My mother was quite a classy woman. She never liked clubbing, or going out. She was more confined to her home.

"Sure. When?" I mumbled through the chunks of food in my mouth. My mother cringed.

"When you get ready." She looked at her food. I nodded then wiped my mouth off with the back of my hand while chewing the rest of my food.

*            *            *            *            *            *            *            *            *

The library was full of people. Little children asked for money for the famous gumball machine. At Nearcaster's Library, the machine was never full. People posed next to the machine and many people were searching for library employees, whom of which they'd known for years. I, myself, wanted to search for Mrs. Wicker. She was an old woman. She had been at Nearcaster since I was three. She was the person I went to talk to when  I had problems.

"Mrs. Wicker?" I tapped on a woman's shoulder.

"Who?" The woman turned around.

"Mrs. Wicker? Do you remember me?" I asked her. She still seemed to have a special shine in her eye. "Yes I do. How could I forget Kayla Blac- I mean Devine." Mrs Wicker had forgotten my new last name.

"I changed my name again." I pulled her out of the crowd.

"To what, dear?" Mrs. Wicker held her hand to her chest.

"Taylor Marie Gold." I mumbled.

"Does it have a meaning?" She asked, as she pushed up her glasses.

"Not really." I was confused.

"Then it's no good. Your old name had a meaning showing what happened in your life. Showed your strength. Devine. Devine. Devine." Mrs. Wicker mumbled to herself.

"Well, I didn't like it."

"Shouldn't matter if you like it. It should matter who you are. Without that name, you're just a girl to me. Not my Kayla." Mrs. Wicker turned and walked to put some books in boxes.

"You can still call me Kayla." I smiled, following her.

"I was planning on that anyways." Mrs. Wicker chuckled. I laughed at her sense of humor. The woman was old, but was still the most energetic person I knew.

"Hello Mrs. Wicker." My mother stumbled over to us. "Dear. Don't fall." Mrs. Wicker held my mother's shoulder. "I'm fine. Just dizzy. So many camera flashes got to my head." My mother laughed.

"We've gotta go. Mrs. Wicker, you must come visit us when you can find a job?" My mother said.

"Will do, precious. Bye Devine." Mrs. Wicker said. As I walked off I heard her muttering my last name. Devine. Devine. Devine. Devine.

*            *             *            *            *            *            *            *

I hopped in my bed. The covers draped over my body. I rolled up into a little ball.

I heard a soft knock on the door."Goodnight, Devine." My mother mumbled.

"Night. I love you." I didn't look up. I was too comfortable.

"Love you, sweetheart." My mother closed the door gently, as I slowly fell into a deep sleep. Goodbye world. But only for some hours.

*             *            *            *            *             *                *          *

My eyes fluttered open, as I reached over to smack my alarm clock.

I tiptoed into the kitchen. I didn't want to wake up my mother if she was still asleep. "I'm up."

My mother yawned. "Oh." I walked to the cupboard to get  a coffee cup. "I'll make you some." I got another cup. "Thanks, sweetie." My mother smiled.

I watched the coffee brew. I wondered how something like a coffee bean, could be so small, but turn into a liquid that people drank all over the world. Just like I wondered how plants are energized by the sun.

*              *                 *                 *                   *                  *

"New girl. Get ready for 'em. They're tough." The bus driver whispered as I stepped onto the shaky steps. "For who?" I asked.

"All of  'em. I'm Gilda. Gilda Burnes. Don't laugh at the the name." She shook my hand.

"Kayla Devine." I forgot my name was now supposed to be Taylor. 

"Nice to meet you." She let go of my hand and I went to the back of the bus.

Nobody was back there. I put my earbuds in my ears. "Skyscraper" by Demi Lovato flodded my eardrums. The lyrics made no sense to me.

"Excuse me?" I looked up to see a tall girl with red hair, and dark brown eyes look at me with two other girls behind her. She looked like Barbie. "What?" I turned off the music.

"Our seats. Move." She snapped her fingers.

"Sorry." I moved up a seat. I could tell just being Kayla wasn't going to work. I needed a whole new identity. Not just my name, but everything.

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