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Welcome to my lovely story. I am happy to present for your eyes only, Too Young: The Confessions of Regan Kippings. The tell all story of Regan Kippings. I hope you enjoy reading about Regan as much as I enjoyed writing about her. The following entries include the prolouge, chapters 1-5, and the epilouge. Please rate and comment after you've read about Regan. Please note that none of the content on the following pages is ment to anger or upset anyone. Also, please exscuse and spelling errors I may have made. I would also like to thank all the creators for the CC that is seen on the following pages. Please note that this is a work of fiction from the writer's mind, and any similarities to any soul living or dead is completely coincidental. Well I hope you enjoy and are surprised at the endings turn out. I know I was!
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Dunkle15444

-The Prolouge
Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Reagan Kippings. You could say I was a normal 15 year old girl. I came from a hard working, middle class family. I have a little sister, named Victoria, who got on my nerves, and two very religious parents. I was on the school paper, and I spent most of my time painting. Atleast I did until that summer. That was when I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life. Maybe I shouldn't have followed my mom's advice to 'have more fun, darling.'

This is my family. My dad is an account and my mom is a professional homemaker. We had done really well the year before. We had moved into a new house in Pleasantveiw. I was accepted into an art school just outside the city, which was like the best thing to happen to me since moving out to the boondocks. Or as the country bumpkins say, Pleasantveiw. Everyone only saw my family as outstanding, god-abidding citizens, but that was just the "pleasant" side of my family.

-The Problems
My father had been having an affair with our neighbor's college daughter, Brittany Parker, for the past six months. Victoria and I both knew about it. Brittany actualy tried to get us to like her. I know she was hoping our parents would get a divorce and she'd become the next Mrs. Kippings, but I'd hate to burst her bubble. My parents don't belive in divorce. Though, how having an affair isn't a deadly sin, I don't know what is. The worst part is, my mother was totaly oblivious, but I blame that on her "perscriptions."

As seen here. Popping away all her sarrows. Maybe she did know, I don't know. She refused to ackowledge the fact that we knew. So she won't get help. I know one of her reasons for her "medication" is because of her miscarriage. It was about two years before. She had been trying for the past five years. The doctor warned her against it beacuse of what happened after Victoria was born. She was in her seventh month, but then she slipped and fell coming down the stairs. After that she refused to go upstairs, or even come near the stairs at all. That was why we moved, Dad couldn't take it anymore (he cared more about getting her into bed with him than about her feelings), so we we packed up and hit the trail.

Maybe it was the 'morals' that my sister and I were supposed to belive in, or the lack there of. I mean my parents were just lucky that I choose to be the golden daughter, but looking back, I think I really only did it for Victoria. After she was born, dad had already found a mid-day bed buddy, and mom was suffering from post-partum depression. It was up to me to be the rock. Maybe it was just time for me to rebel. Though I really think I was ready to give up, and have some fun. I mean, I thought, what harm could it do, right?

-The Solution
I found one way to express myself other than painting or writing, and that was BOYS! When they found out what I was willing to offer for a good time, it was like bees to honey. Oh, I had a good time alright. Like here...

And here...

And here...

Oh, and here.

-Mistakes I've Made
At first, I thought I just had a stomach virus. I knew we were tight for money that month, so I decided to Simgle (*Google*) my symptoms. That was when I first thought of the possiblity. I had never thought of the consequences of all my fun. I knew I had to tell my parents. I also knew their was only one thing Simolics do with girls in my perdicament. They send them away. I was going to end up like Missy St. Johns did in the eighth grade. Sent to an unwed mothers home. How could I have let this happen? Now who would be there for Victoria when she cried out at night, or when she scrapes her knee? Well it wasn't going to be. I had let not only myself down, but Victoria, too. I knew she was going to suffer because of my mistakes.

Telling my parents my secret wasn't easy. Not in the least bit. My father ranted and raved for about an hour. My mother just sat their stairing at the clock on the matel, watching the seconds tick by. Finaly, she spoke. She asked the one question I couldn't answer. 'Who is the father?' My father stoped pacing the floor, and turned to me. I had decided before I came to them that the truth would probaly help me the best. My problem was I couldn't even remember half the names of the boys I had slept with, let alone who the father was. I had the feeling they wouldn't like that fact very much, but hey I just told them I was pregnant, what is not knowing who the father is going to hurt. So that was what I told them. I could see they just wanted to jump for joy at that very moment!

-See No Evil
The Smallworth Home For Unwed Mothers. Yes, this was were I was to spend the the next couple months, atleast till the baby was born and then it's pack your bags, you're out of here. The headmistress had two goals- keeping us girls in line, and making sure our "home" was cleaner then the top of the Chysler building. We weren't much better of then little orphan Annie. Atleast she wasn't waiting for the arrival of her child's impending birth. Most of the girls were from around the Pleasantveiw area, excepct one. She was from Verronaville! Her parents really didn't want anything to do with her now.

Miss Smallworth was a tall lady in her late twenties. She had dark hair she kept up in a french twist, and wore a light pink house dress. She had a no-nonsense demeanour and quickly laid down the rules, handed me my uniform (which consisted of a pink top and blue slacks), and showed me to my room. The dormitories consisted of two rooms. Each room had three idenical beds with a small nightstand and an alarmclock. She reminded me about lights out (8:30 p.m.), what time to rise every morning (6 a.m.), daily prayer, and our chores. I got clean-up. Life just couldn't have got any better.

I became close friends with my roommate, Casey. Since she was close to giving birth, I had to pick up her chores along with mine. Really we goofed off more than we actualy did work. Casey later gave birth to twins, whom she named Shanna and Shane. We kept in touch and she and her husband are now expecting their first child together.

Though my parents had disowned me, I still found ways to talk to Victoria. It seemed that while I was away she was growing up quickly, I knew our parents were hard on her, for fear of her becoming like me. Mom had gotten worse after my announcment, and dad's girlfriend had gotten pregnant, too. I heard he had paid her off to transfer to an out of state school. He later started seeing Victoria's teacher.

Time slowly crept by. I was nervous about giving birth. The last girl who gave birth had complications, and almost died. I also had no clue what I was going to do once I left the home. I had no money, and nothing of value to sell to get money. I couldn't live on the streets with a baby.

I gave birth to a little girl I named Olivia Victoria Kippings. She was perfect in every which way. She had the most bewitching blue eyes. That would be my only clue as to who her father was. If only I knew...

-The Battle of Light and Dark
It had to have been destiny that the only seat left on the bus was next to a little old lady who must have been in her late 60's. With Livvie in my arms, I drug my small carpet bag with our only belongings, and sat down next to her. I expected her to complain and disapprove when Livvie started to cry, but to my surprise and joy she helped me calm her down and get her back to sleep. She looked at me and asked if I was okay. I just had this feeling I could trust her, so I spilled forth my guts. When I was finished, she looked at me with her eyes bright with tears, and told me I could the stay in the upstairs room of her house. I told her she had already been too kind and that I couldn't accept, she already knew I had no place to go. She told me her story of how her daughter had also got into trouble like me, and that she had let her husband send her away, too. She felt bad because she never knew what happened to her. She said the only way she would feel better was if she...

(continued form last page) ...was if she could help me, and maybe right the wrong she commited so many years ago. I wasn't about to let my pride ruin one of the best things to come into my life since I choose this path destiny had laid out. So here I was with my daughter starting anew, and hopefully making the right choice for both of us. The room was spacious and comfortable. My fairy-godmother as I now think of her, or Sherry Baker, found me the crib her children had lain in so long ago. I soon became very close to her, and felt bad that she was letting me live their for free. So I got a part-time job after school at the local grocery store to make rent and buy Livvie and myself the things that we needed. I had decided that I wasn't going to let the past affect my future, so I changed my look. Life was actualy starting to look good, atleast until my angel was called to get her wings.

I had just walked through the door after school, and heard Livvie crying. After calming her down, I went to find Sherry. I figured she had fallen asleep in the den reading again, but she wasn't there. Then I became hystarical, and franticly began looking all over the house. I finaly found her in the dining room. Face down, and her coffe spilt all over the letter she had been reading. I knew immdentaly that she was dead. I ran to call 911.

They arrived not long after my call. They placed her on a stretcher and covered her with a white sheet. Even to today, I can still see the faint outline of small lifeless body being loaded in to the ambulence. It was concluded that she had died of a heart attack somewhere around 10 a.m. They asked if I wanted to see the letter that she had been reading at the time of her death. After many tears I nodded my head, and took the letter. It was form her daughter, the one that Sherry had said I remind her so much of. The letter was full of sorries and was tear-stained. She had finaly forgiven her mother for letting her father send her away. She wanted to come visit, and bring her son, whom she'd named Matthew. She wanted her mother back in her life, but now she never would.
When Sherry's will was read, I finaly relized just how much money she had had, but nobody was ready for the shook that I was left the house and enough money to see Livvie and me comfortably for the next 80 years. Boy was her son mad!

-The Epilouge
Life moved on. It's been ten years since Livvie was born and the events that brought her into the world. Livvie and I traveled for a while after Sherry's death. One of our favorite places to visit was a small town called Abordale about 100 miles north of Verronavile. I finished school, and got accepted into a small art school near Strangetown. I now paint full time. Livvie became a surprising and rare beauty. With her ruby red hair and dazzling blue eyes. I have been serching for the past eight years for her father. I even hired a P.I., but have only come up with dead ends. I want to be truthful with her about it, but I don't want her think lowly of me.
I drifted apart from Victoria. I haven't seen her in a couple years, and I wonder if she thinks of me as often as I think of her. As I sit here penning the last bit of my memoirs, I wonder if she will pick up my book and reach out to me. I know I have tried. Alas, my life still waits ahead of me, I still have time to enjoy life.

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