Chapter 2 the Pixie girl

I decided that I need a ride. I was still in my room with John so I could ask him. We where just listening to music and watch some TV.

"John, Can I take a ride in the car I love the moment I saw him"I asked him.

"You don't have to asked. It yours. You know what here have some money and go to the mall so you can buy whatever you want"he answered.

Is he serious? His look is. Well I do need some new clothes. So why not?

"ok. Thank you if I want to fit in, I can use it."I said with a big smile.

He handed me some money. Well a lot of money or shout I say creditcard. I look at him.

"Well I never had a grandchild so I hope that I can cherish you as one?"he said.

Well what is the harm? His son and mine mom are married right? And actually I want an grandfather that cared for me.

"ok, grandfather. I would love that."I said with a big smile.

I take the money and went to the mall.

I love the shop alone so that I just can think about anything and everything. So after a few hours I went to get a drink with all my bags, right now it were seven bags.

"Hello, can I take a sit? I'm alone and all the tables are taken" the girl asked me. She looked like a pixie with black spike hear and she is not smaller then 4 ft 3 and she looked nice and maby we can become great friends.

"ok. Here this one is free the rest is for my bags" I laugh and point to the sit.

"ha-ha thanks. I'm Alice BTW. "she said laughing.

"Bella" I replied and shake her hand.

We talked for a little time longer and we decided it time to shop furder.

"shell we shop together? It more fun. I want some new clothes for the semester starts."She asked me.

That was the only think I was greatfull of. The school just starts so I wouldn't be the only newby.

"ok. So how long do you live here?" I was curious about her. Weird. Is like I have a filling that we would become great friends.

"well I moved here two years ago from New York, because my dad get a ob offer that he couldn't refuse he aske us though if we were ok with it and here we are. So what your so what is your story to tell? Wy are you here."

what sould I say? From the beginning? Or just that I gonna live with my mom because she want some bonding time and sent me to a boarding school?

"well I don't know were to start. My mom left when I was five and my dad was sent out on a mession at that time so she left me at my friends house. My dad was eighteen when he in the army. And he was twentyseven when he ges me and was very happy with it but my mom wasn´t. So when I was five she when to the neighbor and told her she hate me and she left she never contaced me but one month ago she called that she wanted bonding here I am. I said.

On the mean time we were finished shoppen and we dicided the next day to speak again at school.

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love alexandra