First book 😁 please take it easy on me 😄
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BRIANNA - ( flash back at the age of four )
On that day April 12 , 2003 around noon my mother and father had their big argument again , this one became really bad "no nathen I'm taking my daughter and i'm leaving i can't risk my daughter being around your drunk friends and you while I'm not around " my mother said gathering her things together I can tell she was upset because she stumbled on her words trying to get her point across " HAHA! You think your going leaving me WE made a vowel that day - our vowel was where going to be together til death do us part Y-You Understand me " my father said grabbing a whole onto her face by the look on my mothers face I know she damn well couldn't stand my father ,
My mother picked me up pulling into her suitcase , that's when my father shot her in the back , she took one last smile at me she first made sure I was safely placed on the floor then she collapsed right In front of me I tried waking her up but she lied their stiff as a board , my father walked near the both of us tears started falling down her face , then he put his hands up in surrender " oh god what have I done please don't be dead ! Don't be dead I-I'm sorry I need you hear with me " my father pleaded when he notice my mother was dead he tried to killed himself
And that's when I went into adoption for a year in a half until they found my next parent's I'm sixteen now my parents are very wealthy my new father is a talk show host for a show called " it's all about George and my New mother have her own clothing line called London eye I have a step sister name jasmine she's the same age as me she's very popular around school ever one on the basketball team loves her , well for me I'm considered as a nonentity I constantly gets beat by my new parents and I get treated like trash around school for what I'm not sure why can't my like be like jasmine. She's pretty , she's a dumb red head and she have a good sense of style oh yeah I forgot to mention she has her own car she drives a BMW and for me I have to take the bus
All I want is to be treated like a regular teenager !!!
••••ROC POV ••••••
So today me and the boys have to perform at woodbine high school
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When we arrived at the school inside I peeked in front of the curtain and saw two girls picking on this beautiful girl she was crying her eyes out but not one didn't seem to notice I wanted go and help her but I know I would get ambushed by fans
After the show was over there was a meet and greet that's when I saw her again she sat in the corner by herself
I told my manager that I would be taking a bathroom break I marched over towards her when she notice and walked out the room
" please don't walk away princess " I yelled when she stop in her tracks and faced me but her head was down I walked towards her
" please put your head up " I replied after about maybe 2-3 minutes she took a long breath then showed me her beautiful face
"I'm chersanto but I'm know as roc "
" Brianna " she replied in a low tone
Brianna that's a beautiful name
" we'll Brianna how come your not in the with the other " I replied as tears started forming up
" I'm sorry but I have to go " she replied. Something about her - it's something about her that told me she needed someone to love and care for her
" wait , I'm sorry if I did anything to harm you but I would love to hang out or text you sometimes if that's alright with you " I replied she looked around then wrote her number down on a piece of white paper from her binder then left
"Bye Brianna , I- I'll text you tonight " I shouted out then walked back towards the meet and greet
Wow Brianna ! A beautiful name she has !
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