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"Hey, you!"
"How can I help you?" I simply asked as I looked at the three skyscrapers standing before me.
"You parked your bike in my spot." He informed me as he pointed to the spot where I parked my bike.
I raised an...
As I entered the dining room, I saw my stepmother and she was sitting at the table.
My real mother died when I was four years old and leaving me with Justin, my twin brother along with my Father. When I was finally ten years old, my Dad met this woman, they fell in love and blah blah blah. At age twelve, I recalled the moment when he married her and I had to call her Mom afterwards.
"Ashley, come and eat." She noticed my presence and I took a seat at the dining table.
After I shared my breakfast onto an empty plate, I began to eat in silence.
Then she asked..."Ashley, who was the boy who dropped you home yesterday?"
"Which boy are you talking about?" I asked while I poked my fork against the plate.
"Don't play stupid, I caught you coming off his motorcycle on the outdoor cameras." She informed me and I looked at her cunning face.
"The driver never came, so he offered me a ride home." I said, completely annoyed. Her basic brown eyes stared at me while her silky smooth hair rested on her shoulders.
"I don't want you to be hanging around those criminals." She told me while she held a napkin.
"He is not a criminal." I refused to listen to her bullshit, but I didn't know why I was even defending Tyson.
"We brought you here for a fresh start, so don't mess it up." She said while wiping her lips with the napkin.
I rolled my eyes.
"The driver is currently visiting his sick Aunt." My Dad stated as he enters the dining room in a dark blue suit and tie.
I watched as he took a seat at the table..."So, that means I can have my cars and bike keys?" I asked, curiously since my personal driver is occupied by family matters.
"No, I don't want you to be wandering around every street in this City." My Father objected while he shook his head.
"Remember you're the daughter of a millionaire." He added while he began to share breakfast onto an empty plate.
I scoffed and my stepmother interrupted me before I could speak my mind..."What are you wearing?"
"Are you blind? It's clothes." I stated, obviously since I was wearing (A/n - Picture below).
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"Don't speak to your mom like that!" My Dad raised his voice at me and I stood up from my chair at the dining table.
I angrily walked away without another word as his words repeated in my head.
