Catch My Heart {Danielle Bregoli}

Four

As i looked at myself in the mirror, i knew everything was about to change. Things were going to be better.

I wore jeans, a top that barely covered my chest and some knee high boots, because that's the shit i'm into.

I had curled my hair the night before so the waves draped over my shoulders, making me look, somewhat, nice? for once.

I walked out of the house with my mama and got into her car, to go to the airport.

"London? are you sure?" mama asked as i crossed my legs on her brand new leather car seat.

"Of course i'm fucking sure, hold on, i forgot something" I got out of the car and ran over to Elliot who was once again playing basketball in the front yard and handed him a letter, which indeed including my phone number.

"bro, i'm sorry, if you can find somewhere in your heart to forgive me that would be rad. I won't be back for a couple of months i've decided to go to london, but ill see you when i get back"

i kissed his cheek and then ran back to the car.

"don't you fucking dare question that" i said to my mama as she began to drive away.

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Once we had arrived at the airport, i began to feel homesick.

When i gone to that place to help me 'improve my behaviour' the butterflies in my stomach turned to wasps.

I hate being away from home.

As i arrived at the airport, paps came charging towards me with their huge cameras in one hand and a photo of me to sign in the other.

"get your dumb ass cameras outta my face before i beat y'all up" i shoved my way through and ended up on the plane, nice and safe.

"Danielle, i have something to tell you" mama said.

"What?"
Whenever mama said that, i knew something was about to go down.

"The money, you've earned from being on Dr. Phil, for example. Is gone" i turned my head and started laughing, getting various looks from a huge amount of people.

"boo you funny" I grabbed a chip outta a packet and began to lick away the flavour before actually eating it.

"Danny, i'm being serious, i had to get out of debt some how"

My heart dropped.

"How the fuck we gonna survive in London, why'd you not tell me?!"

"You're a thirteen year old child, i didn't expect you to understand"

I decided to ignore the fact that once i had reached London, i would probably have to work for money.

Once we had reached London, i pulled my phone out and tweeted.

'@DanielleBregoli YOUR GIRLS IN LONDON🇬🇧 WHOS UP FOR A MEET UP AT LEISTER SQUARE IN AN HOUR?'

I put my phone away and began pulling my suitcase to where we were supposed to go. My mama was walking a short while away behind me, but, i was still pissed at her.

How could she use my money for her own uses.