Tu Voudrais Chaud Chocolat?(Nico Di Angelo fanfic)

Prologue

A/n - Hey guys this is my second book and its another Nico Di Angelo fanfiction because why not, and also because I didn't like my first one, its kind of all over the place and I just dont like it.I study french in school so I'm not great at it so excuse me if I make any mistakes in my french.The title of this story is kind of my go to french phrase to say , and thats how I got the idea for this story as im always saying it in school for some reason(It means "Would you like hot chocolate")😂
.At least thats what I think it means.
I'm very excited to write this story and i hope you enjoy it xxx

Rianne's POV
I hated this place.
I hated my job.
I hated my parents.
I hated my school.
Every day, I went through the same daily routine.I wake up then get ready, eat breakfast , go to school , then come to this stupid hot chocolate place and work with my parents and lastly go home do my homework and eat and go to sleep.The next day goes by the same way again and again until the weekend, when I get to do what I like but only on saturdays as I have 'work'.
I mentally scoff in my head

"Ouchhh!!" I exclaimed as I poured boiling hot water over my hands.
"Darling, be a bit more careful" my mother said as she walked over to me with a bandage.
"I was being careful until I thought about how bullshit my life was" I shouted at her.
"Watch your language and be grateful for what you have"She muttered angrily.

And she's trying to avoid discussing this topic again

"How can I be happy here when we moved to whole different continent just so you could be with your new 'boyfriend'. Its not fair.I'm the one who has to go to a new school ,make new friends, which is quite difficult to do when I can't even speak their fucking language.All this just for a guy.Its ridiculous having to work in this stupid place when in New York we had a great life and you had friends and so did I and I HAD AN ACTUAL LIFE!!" I screamed. I could feel the eyes of the customers on us, intently watching.

I had had enough of it and it felt so good to get that off my chest.
I've listened to every word she's said and agreeing and I didnt complain but not anymore. What I had thought was a summer vacation to France turned out to be me pernamently moving to France. She didn't even tell me.
Not a single word at all.

I ran back to my apartment, which wasn't far from the café.
I ran to my room and slammed the door and cried.
I hated crying.
I couldn't stand it when people cried.
Ever since I was young I rarely cried and at those rare times that I did, I made sure no one could see me crying.
I knew my mom wouldn't be back till another few hours, so I took the time to let out my emotions.
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I freshened up and took deep breathes trying to stop myself thinking about what had happened.

I didn't tell you about my father,
You wanna know where he is....
In New York.
I wanted to stay there but he said I couldn't stay.
He wont answer my calls or call me and in anyway try to contact me.
Don't I have the best parents everr!!

A/n I know this is very short thats because this is just the prologue and its not where the story begins I just wanted everyone to know the background story.