Thirteen

Melody's POV:

"Mom, this is Melody." Amelia said introducing me to her mother.

Her mother had the same eyes as her. But brown hair. She was just as beautiful as Amelia.

"Melody. It's nice to meet you, dear." She said with a warm smile.

I smiled back noticing that she was busy in some papers.

"You too." I said politely.

She looked like some sort of businesswoman. I knew that because of my mother. Whenever mom used to come back from her trips, she was usually busied with huge stack of papers and phonecalls.

"So, I get you're new here. Living with your parents?" She asked trying her best to arrange them as quick as possible.

You see, I didn't know how to reply to that. Whenever it came to parents.

How would it seem when I tell her that no, I'm not living with my parents. I ran away. And even if I would've been living with my parents, they wouldn't be together. Because they're divorced.

See? That sounds horrible.

I'm sure if I tell her that, she's going to make sure to make her daughter s