Saturday 28th November.
New York,
Arias house.
3:00pm
Haydee
Dad agreed to let me go to Arias house only if I text him every hour and if I tried in my home schooling.
He hired a man called Charles Stirling and Id have lessons with him 4 times a week for 3 hours.
I must look silly to him since he has to teach me how to read properly first before teaching me stuff people my age would know.
Dad say I have to read to him everyday to try improve my reading which is kind of embarrassing.
We just stopped outside her house and I could tell my brothers already regret letting me go.
"I'll be fine Matty it's just for a few hours and you can come pick me up at exactly 6pm okay?" I sighed for the 5th time.
"You better not get up to anything. Text one of us if you're going to leave the house."
"Yeah yeah whatever bye!" I say hurriedly getting out the car.
The door opened before I knocked and suddenly, I was being pulled inside by a very happy Aria.
"I have been waiting for this all week! My dad's at work right now so I'm just gonna let me mom know you're here okay?" She said pulling me further into the kitchen.
"Mama Haydees here so we're going to my room." She told her mum.
Aria looked so much like her mum. They both had dark her and sharp features. Their eyes were dark brown but looked so pretty.
"Not so fast Aria estimada, let me introduce myself. Hi Haydee cariño my names Carolina and please do use it." She said bringing me into a hug. Weirdly I found it comforting?
(Translation : dear, sweetie)
"Nice to meet you Carolina. You have a beautiful home." I smiled.
The house was truly beautiful. It was warm and cosy and perfect for a happy family.
The way it was decorated, shows it was a family home. There were a lot of cultural things hung up too.
The Off white walls had loads of family photos on them. They all looks so happy.
"Thank you cariño. Now I'll let you girls go but I'll be up soon with some food and beverages, bueno?" She said in her strong accent.
(Translation : sweetie, good)
"Si mama." She replied before dragging me once again.
"Your room is so cool." I say taking in every detail.
Her room was purple and she had purple LED lights already on. SHE HAD LIGHTS UNDER HER BED.
There were loads of pictures on the wall above her headboard of her family im presuming.
There was a picture that caught my eye. It was her and another little boy who looked familiar but I brushed it off.
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FantasyHaydee Monet ,13, has been living with her mother since she was 4. She has little to no memory of her father and brothers but from what her mother has told her they are horrible. Haydees mother was jealous of all the attention she took away from her...
