Chapter 4: We're going to be friends

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Riley's POV

"And this is the water fountain..." I introduce to her for the 50th time this day.

"Wow..." she says, astonished.

Turns out "Riley" is a bit.... well dumb.

She seemed to be taking things in for the very first time, which I don't find very surprising, seeing as this is probably her first day on earth, but I'm not gonna go straight into that subject, she's still processing how a vending machine works.

"So food just comes out of it?"

"Pretty much."

"Wow..."

I gotta be honest, at first, it was endearing, seeing her get excited like a child on Christmas over regular mundane things, but now it's getting kind of annoying.

"So Riley, where you from?" I ask her. I plan on getting as much information out of her to figure out what the fuck is going on.

"Oh, I'm from around here." How very helpful.

"So, what made you want to come to our school?" I subtly ask.

"Well, I've been home schooled my entire life, and I really wanted to experience school life before going to college, so I convinced my parents to let me attend regular classes this year, and this school was the closest to our home so it made sense." She explains and I freeze, the scenario seeming very familiar.

Of course it is, you idiot, you made it up!

Oh my God, that's it! Not only is she coming to life, but the stories too! And I'm the only one who knows her better than she does, because I basically wrote her life, her past and her future.

I try and remember which story this was. A home-schooled girl, only child, experiences school life for the first time.....

Oh no.

I remember this story.

Riley hurriedly packed her belongings in a small duffle bag, not like she needed a big one considering how little stuff she owned, wiping her tears from her freshly bruised cheek, looking every 2 seconds at the door, fearing that one of them would barge in and catch her trying to escape.

She couldn't take this life anymore.

She quietly made her way down the stairs, avoiding the steps that creaked. She knew them by heart. It wasn't the first time she's tried to silently make her way down, scared to wake her drunken parents up. It was never pleasant when they were awake.

She successfully made it down stairs without any noise, her heart pounding harder the closer she got to the door, the closer she got to her freedom.

She gently opens it, and takes one last look at her so called parents lying unconscious on the couch, then steps outside and closes it behind her.

She releases the breath she didn't know she was holding, holding for the last 18 years and for the first time since then, she was finally breathing.

For the first time, she was finally free.

I look at the girl in front of me now, my heart clenching with hurt.

If my theory is true, then she ran away from home and was now hiding from her parents, and she has no where else to go.

"Do your parents know you're here, Riley?" I have to ask her. I have to know if my theory is correct.

She widens her eyes a bit at the mention of her parents, but she quickly recovers.

"Of course they do silly, why wouldn't they?" She laughs, but it doesn't seem very genuine like before.

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