A Different Kind of Reputation

With thirty minutes and school work separating Talia and Jason apart from each other, they have to figure out ways to be the best they can be for their baby. From being the school bad boy back in high school, to being the football star daddy in college, Jason has to figure out ways to fit back in with the crowd and keep his reputation as a father. From being the school nerd to the scholar mommy, Natalia has to figure out ways to let loose and have fun while keeping her reputation as a mother. Find out what goes on in this crazy life of Jason and Natalia in the second book, A Different Kind of Reputation.


55. Chapter Fifty Five

This update is not a chapter just yet. In fact, I don't think I will be updating for the rest of the week. This note is more than just a casual author's note, it's a thought... a moment of support, of love for all the victims and families of the attack in Manchester. What happened in Manchester is absolutely sickening and just gruesome. And sitting here watching CNN and watching one by one, body after body, name after name being called out dead really has my emotions high up. You know, we all dream and get so happy about going to a concert to see our favorite artists, and for some, it's the first concert. It's scary how that amazing moment, the high of the show ending can be taken away so quickly. 

We all see concerts as a safe place, a place to really get away from things, from stress and anger and just enjoy ourselves. But unfortunately, Manchester couldn't enjoy the happiness after the show. The terror attack was an "awakening" aimed for children and teenagers to show nobody is safe, no age groups, no religion. And it is sickening that somebody would ever do that. An eight-year-old little girl died. Olivia Campbell, a fifteen-year-old peacefully, happy girl died.

Seeing all of this happening right before my eyes shows me that no one is safe, nobody in this world is safe from this. I am scared to just go out of my house now, afraid something will happen in the couple minute walk I have to my bus stop. Afraid something will happen where my mom works.

I couldn't sleep last night because I was worried sick about those people who were missing and still are missing. I couldn't sleep last night because my closest friend lives ten minutes away from Manchester. I couldn't sleep because I was worried something would happen while I laid asleep. I couldn't sleep last night because I couldn't bear the thought that I could sleep peacefully, while families in Manchester worried about their children coming home, worrying if their children were alive, trying to get in touch with their children, who just went to a concert. Something so innocent can turn into something so horrible in a matter of seconds. 

Thirty minutes ago, I texted my fourteen-year-old niece a long message confessing my love to her. I told her that with everything happening in the world, I couldn't go another day of not telling her I love her. I told her I don't know what I'd do with myself if, God forbid, something ever happened to her or her siblings. 

An hour ago, my mom held me in her arms for ten minutes, crying on my shoulder because she couldn't bear the thought of losing me to something so innocent. She doesn't want me to live in fear, she wants me to go out and go to concerts and live my life, without having fear. But we all live in a little fear But seeing her break down and cry in front of me really got me thinking about all those parents who are missing their babies, missing their family. 

From where I sit, I believe if we all support Manchester through this time, support the families of the one who lost their lives, support the families of missing children, they can all get through this. I believe if we come together as one, we can fight back and we can create one big support system. 

With that being said, I want all of you to text, call, or run to your parents and give them hugs and kisses and tell them how much you love them... because you know what, you never know when saying I love you will be the last time. Olivia Campbell's last text to her mother was thanking her for the Ariana Grande tickets and telling her she loved her. Those were her last words. If you ended the night, or the day with a fight with someone, or with a parent or loved one, resolve it and hug it out. Don't hold grudges against anybody from now on. Don't hate anybody. Love everyone, no matter the race, gender or religion. 

Twitter today held a moment of silence for the victims, but I want to propose a moment of silence every day for the next week, until next Monday, every day at 7:35 pm (UK time) 2:35 pm(Est.) and last 25 minutes. Show our support and love for Manchester. Same thing as twitter held, no DMing, no RTing, no tweeting. Nothing for 25 minutes. 

Twitter is also holding a support system on Friday, May 29. To show your support, wear pink for all the victims our world lost in this attack. I am surely participating in this, as should all of you. 

Thank you for reading this, and I want you all to know... each and every one of you are loved and cared for. Don't ever forget that. Be safe, be cautious and live your life to the full extent because you never know when it might end:(

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