Paisley's POV:
"Rise and shine sugarplum," Courtney said rolling me out of the bed. Luckily she ran around and caught me. Then I remembered she's a rehabilitation nurse this was probably normal. I rubbed my eyes. I'm still tired I went to bed at 3:30am, but I don't regret talking to her not for one second. "Get dressed," she said standing me up, "we gotta stop by the post office to get a phone book, and address for your momma." I stretched for a moment."Okay I'll be ready in ten," I told her yawning heading the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, wet my hair, let it down and parted it, and then finally put on a pair of blue and green tie dye shorts and the T-shirt that matched.
When I walked out Courtney came to me smiling. "She texted you. I figure you're only gonna text her on the way to your moms?" she asked.
I nodded, "yes ma'am." She laughed at me and handed me the phone. "I'm gonna go load that car and then we're out of here," she said throwing up a peace sign. I giggled at her. She's so silly and I love that about her.
On the phone...
Parker: Good morning ☀️
Paisley: Good morning 😴
Parker: I can see you're still tired 😂
Paisley: we did kinda go to bed at 3:30am and it's 6:00am
Paisley: did you leave for your grandparents yet?
Parker: unfortunately 🤮 and I know how you feel that's me every school night.
Parker: yet again I do it to myself because I'm able to stay out as late as I want.
Paisley: You can stay out as late as you want! Your parents let you?
Parker: my foster mom does.
Paisley: I didn't know you had a foster mom.
Parker: she's become like my real mom, I've lived with her since I was two and I'm thirteen.
Paisley: ...
Parker: what!what just happened?
Paisley: what's today's date?
Parker: October 31. It's Halloween! That's my favorite holiday you know
Paisley: Mine too because one I get to step in someone or something else's shoes for the night and two it's my birthday
Parker: OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎊🎂
Paisley: Thank you!!
Parker: what did your mom do for you?
Paisley: she said she went to "load the truck" so I'm assuming she's setting something up
Parker: well go see
Paisley: she actually just called me. I'll be right back! 😁💨"HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART!" Courtney screamed. She had her video camera out. I love the type of mom she is. Documenting our first celebration together. She had a banner across the windshield of her car that of course said happy birthday P! She actually had a cookie cake sitting on the hood of her car. She also had four presents one hiding at each tire of the car.
"Courtney you shouldn't have," I ran up and gave her a hug.
"No I needed to," I looked up at her, "you deserve all the good in the world darlin', and so I wanna give it to you."she said kissing my forehead. I let out a couple tears. "Go on and open presents," she pushed me back toward the truck, "we need to get the hell outta here!" I laughed and started at her front left tire. This one was small. I opened it and it was a brand new iPhone! It looked just like my old one!
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!" I shouted to her moving on to the back left tire. This one was also pretty small, and O.M.G it was a Nickelback T-shirt! I ran back to the front of the truck and hugged her so tightly.
"I gets better keep going,"I went to grab the front right. "No do the back right first!"she hollered and I immediately set the present down. I went to the back right like she told me and it was white ripped jeans. "Thank you!" I told her walking toward her for the last present. It was shoes I could tell when I'd set the box down.
"YOU GOT ME CUSTOMIZED CONVERSE THAT HAVE MY FAVORITE NICKELBACK ALBUM ON THEM!" I screamed and jumped up and down. She nodded and laughed at me.
"C'mon it's time for cake so we can go," she said lighting the candles.
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Finding You
Teen FictionTwo households with very troubled children. A dad who is an alcoholic. Who beats he's teenage daughter every day. A girl who is able to take advantage of because of her weight. A girl who just wants to explore, and figure out the world. A mother who...