Love is a Golden Chance

Home Life

I reached home at 3 pm flustered, tired and hungry.

Sifting through my wardrobe, I pulled on my shorts and an oversized t-shirt. I went downstairs, passing Amaria, my Carer.

She has hazel brown eyes, brunette hair, and a slight french accent. She is about three inches shorter than I am, but nonetheless, she is a powerful woman, I have to admit.

I passed her the slightly crumpled letter to sign. She just wrote her name without reading the letter. Yes, I thought. No restrictions for me. Now I just have to text Tayyibah's mom and pursuade her to let Tibs go. Easy.

Hi Mrs T.
I just wanted to ask if Tayyibah is coming to trip tommorow. It will be so fun with her, I don't want to be alone. I'm going, and I hope she will come too.

Thanks . Ashley.

Her mom replied instantly:

Yes definitley. If you're going, she is coming with you. Give my Sallam(a/n hello) to your parents.

Bye

Yes I'm sorted. Tibs is sorted. Museum of Natural History, here we come!