AN: HI AGAIN, I'M ON A ROLE WITH UPLOADING AT THE MOMENT! :D I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER. THIS ONE TOOK A LITTLE LONGER THAN THE OTHERS. BTW, I DON'T OWN 'HEY THERE DELILAH' BY THE PLAIN WHITE T-SHIRT'S JUST INCASE ANY OF YOU THOUGHT I DO. JUST SAYING. AGAIN PLEASE REVIEW! :D

Aria's P.O.V:

I walked through the door of the home I live in and almost immediately, I heard Elise shout at me from upstairs.

"Aria, Get up these stairs right now. Before I drag you up here!" She shouted. I knew from experience, that was not an empty threat, so I did as she asked and sprinted up the stairs.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" She held up a sandwich bag full of powder, that to me looks like some kind of drugs.

"Well, I don't know why you are showing me a bag full of drugs?" I replied sarcastically.

"WELL I FOUND THIS IN YOUR ROOM UNDER YOUR MATRESS!" Elise told me with a raised voice. That has got to be a mistake. I don't take drugs. Why would I do that. I am not fucking stupid.

"Urm, that's not mine. It must be a mistake. Someone must have put it there." I explained calmly.

"That is BULLSHIT and you know it is. I want you packed and out in half an hour." The Witch commanded.

"What, you can't do that this is not your house. Where will I go." I started to panic.

"Well, you could either leave with twenty dollars every week or I could call the cops. This is me being kind. I will not have a druggy living here." She explained calmly and with that she strolled out of my room with a smug grin on her face.

I did as she asked, but I made as much noise as I could as I did it. I don't have that many belongings so packing everything wasn't difficult. I'm used to being thrown out so that wasn't an issue. I just don't think that this is legal. I am only fifteen but I don't think that she really cares. I finished packing with five minutes to spare, so I dragged my bag down the stairs deafeningly loudly.

Storming into the living room, where she usually was." So where is this $20 then?" I asked her rudely.

"Here you go and next time I expect a please, dear." She said with disgust clear in her voice. What did she have to be disgusted about? She was the one kicking a teenager out to live on the streets.

I walked out of the door with my head held high. There was no way that I would be going out with puppy dog eyes trying to plead with her. I knew it was only a matter of time till I moved on. Now how do I live on twenty bucks a week, hotels are too expensive, I reckon I could probably eat at McDonalds four times for dinner on that. I really am screwed. I reached into my pocket for my ipod, grabbed it and pulled it out, with it fell out that note from that actress offering help with anything. I would call her but I really don't want to burden her with my life and taking care of me. I plugged in my headphones and just walked about for a bit. I came to my favourite place in this town. The park by the woods. I felt so free here. I put on my favourite song and sat on the swings, swinging back and forth, trying to think of what I was going to do.

Hey there Delilah

What's it like in New York City?

I'm a thousand miles away

But tonight you look so pretty

Yes you do

Time Square can't shine as bright as you

I swear it's true

I could call Hannah, but to be honest I never got that her parents particularly like me, so that would be pointless. I kept coming back to calling the actress. But I don't want to bother her right now, anyway she is probably out partying with all of her famous friends. I can just imagine it now, them all sitting round with ridiculously expensive clothing, drinking the most expensive drinks, just because they are expensive and talking about stupid things like what to spend their millions on.

Hey there Delilah

Don't you worry about the distance

I'm right there if you get lonely

Give this song another listen

Close your eyes

Listen to my voice, it's my disguise

I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

What you do to me

Hey there Delilah

I know times are getting hard

But just believe me, girl

Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar

We'll have it good

We'll have the life we knew we would

My word is good

This song is beautiful, but I don't think it's helping me decide what to do. I think that there is only one option. I really begrudge having to make this call but what can I do about it. It was getting to be dark and cold, I better do this now then. I took out my headphones and put in the numbers and pressed the call button.