Chiara Daveys is living a good life in England - if you ignore her constant struggle with food, lack of a guardian and how she's constantly working to pay the bills.
At 17 years old, she's been unaware of her 6 brothers who have spent the 14 years o...
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"Mini Moretti is free!" Archie shouts in the corridor after I told him about my recent break up.
"You okay, hun?" Florence has a much more caring approach to the news.
"I'm great," I tell her, "genuinely feel a lot better now."
"He was a dick, and I feel like I'm to blame for that relationship. I should've kept my mouth shut about what I heard. I'm sorry," she links her arm through mine.
"You don't have to be sorry, Florence. It's my fault for staying with him for so long even when I knew he was a dickhead."
"But anywho, now you can get with - Oh, hey, guys," Archie says, cutting himself off after glancing behind me.
Florence and I turn to see Noah, Alexsei, James and Theo behind us.
"What you guys talking about?" Noah asks as he shoves some books into his locker.
"Mini Moretti's new freedom," Archie replies and I snort a laugh.
"You broke up with him?" Theo asks with surprise.
"Yeah, I ended things on Friday."
"Good for you. And thank fuck, I really didn't want to have to deal with him around us any longer," James sighs.
"Hopefully he fucks off into a small hole and suffocates," Archie says.
"Bit dark," I laugh, momentarily forgetting this is someone who's part of a mafia...so maybe it wasn't that dark.
"Maths time," Florence says when the bell rings for the next lesson.
"Let's go," we keep our arms linked as we walk.
"Wanna come round mine tonight?" She asks me, "we can try get some of our homework done and watch some films."
"I'll message Giovanni and ask," I say, bringing my phone out of my pocket.
Me Am I okedoke to go to Florence's after school??
Gio Yes but keep your location on please
"I'm allowed to go," I tell her as I put my phone back in my pocket.
"Great!" We unlink our arms once we're in our classroom and go to our seats.
"I'm bored," she spins around to face me, "simultaneous equations are shit," she groans.
"Thank you for your input, Miss Graham," Mr. Kornell says loudly, causing Florence to spin back around in her seat again to face forwards.
"Sorry, Sir," she says, picking up her pen which she had discarded.
