Chapter 2: Hi.

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Y/N'S POV.

They didn't put me on a plane they drove me to Paris from the North of England.

They were taking me and my stuff to my foster family.

I feel sorry for myself.

I didn't get to make amends in school before I left.

I didn't get to apologise to the people I hurt.

I am a horrible person.

I should not have treated them like that.

I'm cruel.

I need to move on put my old life behind me.

*Time skip to the bakery*

(T=tom s=sabine m=mari w=worker.)

W: Y/N this is Tom.
She pointed at a rathe rlarge but seemingly nice man.
W: And this is sabine.
She pointed at a short asian woman who also gabe off the nice vibe.
Y: Hi.
S: Hello.
T: Welcome.
Y: Thank you.
Then a girl came down the stairs.
She did not seem to give off the same energy as her parents.
M: Oh great the parentless freak is here.
S: Oh marinette.
S: I'm so sorry for her. She is still adjusting to the idea of someone living with us.
Y: It's ok.
W: Well I have to go. Bye Y/N.
Y: Yeah bye.
T: So Y/N this is the bakery.
Y: Do you own this place.
M: Obviously did your parents not teach you common sense before they died.
Y: Yours didn't teach you that acting like that is how you die alone in a nursimg home with no one coming to your funeral because everyone yas beyter things to do with their time then mourn someone who treated people like shit.
She just ran off crying.
S: Been here 5 minutes and she is already crying.
Y: Well she shouldn't talk about my parents.
S: I'm not siding against you sweetie I'm just saying arguing with Marinette isn't good when you are living in the same house and going to the same house.
T: But we understamd why you did it.
S: I can take you to your room if you want.
When we got to the door it had a pieve of paper on it.

When we got to the door it had a pieve of paper on it

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S: Oh for god sake.
I just stood there looking at it.
Y: If it's too much trouble me staying here I can leave.
S: No no just come in.
She extended a hand as she entered the room.

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