Meet Riley, daughter of Brianna Seville and who?
AN: Can I still call u Auniqua?
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I know this was going to come out on the 30th, but I couldn't wait ANY longer! So I really hope you enjoy and don't forget: its not too late to submit characters!
Chapter One
Brianna's daughter laid in her lap, her green eyes shot open. "Stupid idiot. He left me alone with Riley. I can only handle so much…" Brianna muttered.
"my father is in the hospital… he's so sick…. I don't have anyone to watch Riley except for all family and their all visiting my father…"
5 years later…Rileys POV
I stood in front of my grandfathers grave. I hadn't exactly met him but for some reason I felt this strange connection…. My grandmother had told me so much about him….
Alright so on to the bad parts about me… I have no liking to the colors my aunt, mom, or grandmother like. Pink and lavender. Those colors are so yesterday… Black, dark, dark purple and blue are the best!
I'm sort of the major-rebel, anti-social-with girls kind of girl. I only get along with tomboys or real boys, for some reason… like for example, my friends Kate and Roxy. Roxy… she has long bangs, which basically means her dark brown hair covers her left green eye a lot and she wears a spiky ponytail… Kate? Roxy's twin sister. Shes 3 minutes older. Her hair color is sort of a hazel… and she has her bangs short, so you can actually see that her eyes are grayish blue she has a French braid… my bangs are sidebangs so my silverish hair with black streaks (see what I mean? Rebel!) show only my left gray eye. My hair is long and is sort of uneven at the bottom… So at school we're typically the ones who get detention a lot.
I love my family. But my favorite members are probably my uncles Alex and Sam. I guess that's because I don't know who my father is. I hear my mom complaining a lot about "him" and saying stuff like- "WHY!" that's when I freak out and Aunt Andrea or Uncle Fred and George but mostly Aunt Alexis, my moms twin sister drags me away from her. We get visits from some man named James Peterson or something like that, but my mom's sweet around him, but he seems really sympathetic around her when I'm near… so just dropping some hints… if there are any. Everyone seems to know James pretty well, but I don't know what to think about him… could he know my father? Could he BE my father?
"MOM!" Heh, 6th grader with spunk.
This time, no holding back.
"Mom, I really want to know who this James person is." James looked sort of confused.
"I'm your mom and aunts friend. My names James, but please, call me Jay."
"Jay, you tried that already, when we first met, remember?" my mom said with slight stress in her voice.
"Jay doesn't know who your father is…." Aunt Alexis said to me. "None of us do, except for her, and she won't tell us.
"MOM! Whats wrong with you? Your too scared that you don't want anyone to know who my father is? MY father! I don't even know who he is! I don't think you know who I am! I'm a sixth grader! Your too scared to tell your OWN DAUGHTER WHO HER FREAKIN FATHER IS! YOU'RE A FREAK! I BET YOU KNOW, JAY! I BET YOU ARE! ITS YOU! YOUR SUGARCOATING IT! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!
I ran outside of the house. My mom tried to grab me but I kicked her leg.
I reached my grandmothers tree and started feeling tears. Wow… for the first time… I held them back.
"Everybody tells me that
It's so hard to make it
It's so hard to break in
There's no way to fake it
Everybody tells me that it's wrong what i'm feeling
I shouldn't believe in
The dreams that I'm dreaming
I hear it everyday
I hear it all the time
I'm never gonna amount to much
But they're never gonna change my mind
Oh!
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
How many inches in a mile
What it takes to make you smile
Getcha not to treat me like a child, baby
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
Tell me, tell me something I don't know
Tell me, tell me something I don't know
Everybody tells me
I don't know what I'm doing
This life I'm pursuing
The odds I'll be losing
Everybody tells me that
It's one in a million
More like one in billion or
one in a zillion
I hear it everyday
I hear it all the time
I'm never gonna amount to much
But they're never gonna change my mind, oh
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
How many inches in a mile
What it takes to make you smile
Getcha not to treat me like a child, baby
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
So here's the track
Like Catrina makes a
wish Medina
Make em say 'I'm ready'
Are you ready for it
Yeah I'm ready for it
Really ready for it?
Yeah I'm ready for it
Let's get ready for it
I'm on my way
I know I'm gonna get there someday
It doesn't help when you say
It won't be easy
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
How many inches in a mile What it takes to make you smile
Getcha not to treat me like a child, baby
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
How many inches in a mile
What it takes to make you smile
Getcha not to treat me like a child, baby
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know…"
I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I looked up and my grandmother stared down at me in shock.
"Riley! Come in!"
I ran up there and hugged her.
"Tears? And you ran all the way here?"
"yes…" I wiped a tear from my cheek. "Mom wont tell me who my dad is… she treats me like I'm worthless…. I want to live at a home where I'm wanted…"
"I want my old life back?" Grammie Brittany said.
"Huh?" I asked.
"It's a song your mother wrote, when she was about your age." Grammie smiled at me. "Look, even though your not the way your mother wanted you to be exactly-" I crossed my arms… "doesn't mean that she doesn't love you. We all love you. I'm sure even Alvin-" she teared up- wo-would love you t-too…
And she started telling me more about Grandpa Alvin…
1st chapter out! By the way, I act nothing like Riley In real Life but I thought it would be fun to write about the opposite of myself. I'm more like Brianna but its fun to work on both of these characters!
Thank you to everyone who will review