no fucking way?!

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(??? Pov trying character pov again)
(Oh also for the sake of my plot line. This is happening a few years after binx left her daughter so. Binx is 19. Riley is 17 she hasn't had a birthday yet)

'Thanks Alya for all of this..' i spoke..
'Not a problem kiddo' another woman spoke, she had box braids that faded from their dark brown to an electric blue. She was a mixed raced woman and lovely. This was my Foster mum.

Alya has been fostering me of 2 weeks. Even though I've been an orphan for a while..

My birthday is in a few days so alya planned a movie night for us. She is pretty rich, she is an interior designer so everything has modernised structure with her taste. It was perfect.

'Comeon kiddo, we should start now before mark gets home' Well..  almost perfect. Mark was Alyas husband. Not a good one. A drunk bustard as Alya called him. She keeps saying how she is going to leave him or whatever but she can never seem to mention divorce around mark as he gets pissed off and hits her. Not abusive, just a single punch or slap.

It's a topic that isn't brought up at the dinner table.

I walked into the living room. It's open to the kitchen, it has a L shaped seven seater sofa. (Or couch). A massive flat screen TV attacked to the wall and a simple coffee table made of dark oak wood.

I went over and sat on the sofa (or couch, I'm British leave me alone). There was a movie series waiting to be played. Harry Potter. I had noticed the Alya is a fan. She has a few things from the studios in London.

She has a statue of the owl 'hedwig' on one side of the place around the TV. A picture of her and marks wedding next to it. And a statue of the snake 'nagine' on the opposite side.

It was cute and simple. The wall with the TV was a white colour, the two side walls being a pastel blue. And the back wall? Well that's open to the kitchen.

Alya walked in and placed a bunch of snacks on the table, along with 2 glasses and a bottle of Pepsi.

'Help yourself Riley. I've just got to schedule a meeting' Alya spoke. She looked tired. She had been getting phone calls all day.
'If you want we can do this another day? You seem tired' I muttered.
Alya looked at me. Her Hazel eyes staring into my grey ones.

'Don't be ridiculous, this is for you. Anyway this is my late call then my assistant takes the rest' she spoke with a soft voice.

A few minutes later

'Well that's now delt with.. we can finally enjoy your birthday treat. It's a but early I know but it's the best I could do'

'Alya..'

'Yea?'

'I love it, it's perfect' although I wish my best friend was here. She left a while ago. When the death happend. She's 19 now.. she left when she was 13.. Time goes by slow when your hoping she will come back one day, walk through the doors and say <IM BACK BITCH> That's how I imagine it.

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The movie finished and I help Alya clean up.

I got upstairs into my bedroom. I love this room so much. It's got so much personality but it's so clean.

(What I had in my head when I wrote this)

A room can really tell you alot about someone's personality

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A room can really tell you alot about someone's personality. Like this shows I'm a person with patience and organised but also shows how my life isn't perfect and has its messes in its path. (You don't understand how long it took to write that and find a picture)

I move the hard spine books off my bed and place them onto their bookshelf. I then change into pj's and hop into bed. Just hope mark dosent wake me up. I won't take it lightly.

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Hey people. I'm so sorry it took so long to get this chapter out, I've just gotten back to school and I've had no time to update but here it is.

The next chapter might take longer because I have a massive art project I have to put together, I'll try write when I can. Hope yall enjoy this chapter and I'll cya in the next one. Cya my little noodles.

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