Amaya Lydia Jenkins is a young teenager that faces difficulties with mental health,due to childhood trauma.Exacerabated by the death of her mother caused by her father,Cole Bardot.Amaya is a teenager that lives in a blank world .
Her life is a mara...
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"This is my home."Katy says as I enter her home with my backpack in my hands
"Wow."The is a litteral mansion.I walk further into her home that has a fragrance of lavenders.Almost everything in here is purple.
And it's really beautiful.
She has a gorgeous mauve marble floor as well.
"You love purple don't you?"I ask her and she responds with a hum,nodding her head and kicks of her heels dropping her grocery bags.
"Feel free,take a sit and you can leave your bag."she says and I do so without any hesitation,but feeling a little shy.
"Is there anything you would like?"she asks.
"No,thank you."I respond with a huge smile and she smiles back and starts to pack her groceries in the cabinet.
"Do you need any help?"
"No.No,you sit there and relax.Remember that you are a guest and relax yourself, feel at home." She says and I nod my head and smile at how sweet she is.
"So you live alone."I say looking around and admiring every single little thing I see.
"Nope,I live with my niece."she responds and a tan skin girl with blonde curly hair walks in,whom I'm assuming is her niece.
"Hello."she greets me with a huge smile on her face.
"Hey."I greet her back with a small wave and a smile.
She walks into the kitchen and gives Katy a warm hug and place her laptop bag on the counter.
"Ivy remove that.Now."She commands her niece referring to her shoes and she responds with playful eye rolls.
"I missed you to."she tells Katy sarcastically and kisses her cheek.She grabs two bottles of spring water and walks towards me.
Oh my word,please don't.I can't even keep a conversation going.
I take my phone out my bag, trying to switch it on, and I notice that the battery is drained.
Holy shit.
"Here."she hands me the bottle and I accept it and thank her.
"I'm Amaya."I introduce myself to her not trying to make anything awkward between the both of us.
"You name means night rain,right?"She asks in shock.
"Yes."I respond with a shy smile.
"I love that name.I'm Amihan."she says opening her water.
"You have a nice name as well."I compliment her and she thanks me,her cheeks flushing red.
"But,how do people address you as? Because I heard your aunt call you ivy."I ask curios.
