Lilly Russo, a 15 year old girl. Her life, she hates it. Her mom and stepdad abuses her and makes her life miserable. She moves to a new school, where no one knows her. What happens when a group of kids takes interest in her? What will happen? Will...
I go to my bathroom wash my face and brush my teeth and bursh my hair out.
After changing I look at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing a white top, a light blue small sweater and light blue skirt.
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I then get a blue bow, I put my hair half down and up.
Once I'm done I make sure bruises and everything else is covered.
Once I see everything is covered I get a wrap and wrap my wrist so the scares don't show just in case my sleeve rolls up.
Once I'm done I quickly get my stuff and leave.
As I walk I see a man and two other woman with a camera.
"Lilly! Lilly, your last name is Russo. Tell me, why do you have a different last name then your mom?" The woman ask as I try to walk as they take pictures of me.
It's only been a week and my mother and stepfather made a title for them. Great! Note that as sarcasm.
I then beging to run. Me running in hells? Yes.
As I lose them I go to the cafe.
Finally! I thought.
I go in caughting my breath.
"Woah you ok?" Bella ask as I nod trying to caught my breath.
"You sure?" Axel ask as I nod.
"Yea...I just ran from a man and two woman." I say sighing.
"In hells?!" Bella ask as I nod her eyes widening.
"Woah! I can blurry run in shoes!" Bella says as I giggle.
"Can you give this to Ryan?" Bella ask hanging me a hot cup as I nod.
I walk towards Ryan as I sit now in front of him sitting down the cup on the table.
"Here you go." I say, he looks up at me.
"Thank you." He says as I nod.
"Why where people running after you?" Ryan ask.
"Yea, I mean it would make sense if you had food with you." Luca says as I giggle.
"They were the paparazzi." I say as they look at me confused.
My eyes widen. "Oh my stepfather owns clubs, hotels, um...what else does he own." I said pausing and thinking.
"Oh yes he owns bars, building, and my mother. My mother's is a well known person in the community. They donate stuff." I say as they nod.
"We don't like rich people. But you, your different." Jake says as I look at him confused.
"How so?" I questioned.
"You. You're nice, instead of you depending on the money they make you make your own. You don't go to a rich school, nor do you bully the poor. You also look rich but dress nicely." Luca says.
"I went to rich schools. I hated them, and plus if I earn my own money and work it teaches me life experience for when I'm older. My mother wants me to dress nice." I said as they nod.
"And I hate the paparazzi! They don't know when to leave me alone." I say giggling as they chulcke.
"I swear, they know what I'm doing all the time. Im pretty sure they know when I take a shower, eat and sleep." I say sighing.
"Why where they following you? If you're not really in the buissness?" Luca asked me.
"They where asking why I have a different last name. My mother and stepfather last name is Gomez I'm Russo." I said as they nod.
"Well it's time to open up!" Bella says as I get up and go behind the counter. I put my backpack down on the floor behind the counter.
"You can do the cash register." I tell Bella as her eyes lit up. I giggle.
I get the ipad ready so when she puts enter It'll go to the iPad I have and it'll say what to make and get.
I sigh, it's been six hours. I look at the time.
"I'm done for the day." I say as Bella nods and says bye. I get my stuff and leave.
I then walk a few blocks. I sigh looking around on the street.
I smile seeing the taxi, I call it as it stops In front of me.
I get in and close the door behind me.
"Where to?" He ask.
"Id like to go to the jail detention." I say as he nods and begins to drive.
The jail detention is where prisoners are held.
Fourty minutes later we arrive.
"$30." He says I pull out $30 bucks from my pocket and hand him it.
I then get out and walk towards the gate.
They let me in since their familiar with me.
Once I'm in a police officer comes towards me checking me if I have anything with me. When they say I'm clear they hold on to my belongings.
I go in.
I smile starting at him sitting down at the table. His hands are together because of the handcuffs.
