"Briley come down stair me and your mother need to talk to you."
"Hold on im getting dressed"
"Briley get down stairs now!"
i walk down stair in my American Eagel pull over and some American Eagle skinny jeans i spot my parents siting at the table. My mom is still in her pink fuzzy bath robe which is odd for a Monday morning usually shes up dressed and making breakfast. I take my seat at the table and my moms eyes look drowsy my dad looks tense "whats going on here" i ask my dad looks and me and my mom speaks up "Maxwell and are getting a divorce...and the court of law said neither one of us can keep you during the divorce you have to go and be somewhere else." my heart drops to my stomach "My friend Mr. Cater is gonna be here in about 2 hours to come get you and you'll go move in with his family until we have all this situated" my dad says. i look around the kitchen every things seems to be spinning my mom rubs my shoulder go pack your bags sweetie.
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Rich to Ghetto?
Teen FictionBriley used to be a rich cheerleader got whatever she wants but in the mist of a divorce a judge says its not a good place for Briley to be while in the mist of her parents divorce so her fathers childhood best friends takes Briley in but what Brile...
