Brooklyn
Once I get into Riley's room she slams the door and looks at me, crossing her arms.
"So...I'm confused." She says, sighing.
I nod, "Me too. What are you confused about?"
"All of it. So your my....mom now?" She asks, a weird expression across her face.
I shake my head quickly. "Hell no. I'm fifteen." I said, crossing my arms.
She nods, "Okay good."
I nod back before picking up her guitar and playing a couple notes. She looks at me. "I never knew you could play guitar," She tells me, sitting beside me, watching.
I nod, flashing a smile. "Played my whole life."
