*unedited*
Briars POV:
"Fuck no!" I shouted back a Gabby, standing from the sofa, ready to run just in case. "Briar please calm down-"
"I'm calm!" I snapped at Mia, guilt instantly eating away at my gut. I take a deep breath. I clench my fists. I lock my jaw. "I'm sorry" another deep breath. "I'm clam" I say again, quieter now.
"It's just a school, Briar" Gabby sighs "it's a fancy pancy rich private school! I have to wear a uniform for fucks sake!" I shout back, my anger building up once more. "Just give it a try ok? Just one week and if you really hate it you can go to public school" Mia reasons, placing a delicate hand on my shoulder, I flinch but don't move my arm away.
"Fine" I sigh.
Gabby's POV:
Briar stomped up to her room, her platform boots banging against the staircase. Teenagers.
"She just needs to cool off" Mia says, kissing my cheek. "I know, it's understandable why she's so mad I mean she grew up in a crack house and then was shuffled from neglected foster home to neglect foster home. All this" I gesture to the flat screen TV, velvet sofas, the pool you can see out the glass doors "must be a bit of a culture shock and now..."
"Now she has to hang around kids who've had this their entire lives, she's sacred she's not going to fit in. I know that feeling" Mia adds as I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her temple.
Mia struggled when she first moved in with me and I introduced her to the mafia world, she came from a working class family and though her family were amazing and loving, she didn't have much money. Being around a bunch of people who grew up surrounded by heaps and heaps of never ending money was isolating.
They looked down on her. Because she didn't have the right etiquette, because she didn't wear earrings worth millions (even when she had the money to do so), because her family didn't live in a mansion. And sometimes because she's black. Yeah those racist fuckers are long gone.
"I'm gonna make her a hit chocolate" Mia states, turning around in my arms to kiss me on lips before skipping off to the kitchen. I roll my eyes, Mia is a firm believer that hot chocolate can fix anything and I'm not about to argue with her.
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Briars POV:
Mia walked in, a smile on her face and a hot hot chocolate in her hand. "Hey, thought this might help" she said, handing me the steaming mug. "Thanks" I reply, blowing in the dark liquid, "I know this is scary, Briar, and a huge adjustment for you but all we're asking is for you to try. If it doesn't work out you'll be a regular old public school in a second. I promise" Mia says, so genuinely and so softly I want to cry. No one's ever spoken to me like that. Like that care.
"I just don't understand why I have to go there in the first place" I mumbled, taking a small sip on the warm drink "you're just so smart Briar, we want you to go somewhere your talents and your brain will be recognised, where you'll be challenged and appreciated"
I'm not smart. I'm not talented. Im nothing.
I shrugged, not prepared to argue any longer. "Will they let me wear the girls uniform?" I whisper, almost scared to voice my question, terrified of Mia's reply. "Of course they will. Yo ur a girl Briar, you'll be stuffed into a school skirt and made to use bathrooms with used tampons swimming in the toilets"
"Eww that gross Mia" I squealed, as if I haven't stepped in human shit more times I'd like to admit, not my fault the twin I lived in was crawling with squatters.
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Finding Family
General Fiction**sequel to "Mafia Princess" can be read as a stand-alone but to better understand read the first book** Briar has been through a lot, the kind of stuff that would give you nightmares and destroy your belief in happiness. She's scared and alone, stu...
