Hayley P.O.V:
I wasn't crying because Alec had asked that question. I was crying because he was being so nice. I had never had anyone treat me like he was. That toast tasted like heaven. It was hot, and not cold. When I lived with my Uncle, he would leave some scraps for me, and he would eat the rest. That was why I was so skinny. I probably had 3 crusts from the bread he ate with his sandwich for tea, and then I would go to bed. I was used to having to rub my stomach, so it didn't growl at night.

So I cried. I couldn't help it. I just did. He was being so sweet, giving me food, and not eating any himself. I wasn't used to that. I was used to getting some scraps, and maybe an apple for my whole day's food. On my birthday, My Uncle and I would go to the park, and maybe have a small picnic, but nothing else. Basically, I was only there to do jobs for him, and prepare food, yet never eat the food I cooked. I was like Cinderella, but there's one difference. I won't find my Prince. Ever. Hayley Fields doesn't deserve a Prince. A Prince would never want someone like me. I was a homeless, starving, living on the streets sort of girl.

"Hayley? Are you okay?" Asks I believe, that girl that had two Dutch braids. There was something that had to do with her voice, that gave me shivers. Maybe it was because she hardly knew me, but she cared?
After I don't answer, she bangs on the door.
"I'm Alyssa. And I want you to come out of the toilet, so I can talk to you." I shake my head, bit realsie she can't see me.
"Fine... if that's how you want to do it..." She says, before literally kicking the door of it's hinges. I form an 'O' with my mouth, and she smiles.
"Where were we? Oh yeah..." She looks me up and down and frowns.
"Look girl, I'm sorry but you need to get a new wardrobe and-" but I cut her off. I was still shocked from how she could kick the door of it's hinges.
"You.... kicked... the... door, of it's hinges?" When I was first started off talking, I didn't want it to be a question, so I just repeat again.
"It seems so. Anyway. I have the best pair of shorts that will fit you, and I have a t-shirt that you can of course wear! Let's go." She says, grabbing my left hand. I flinch away, because my arm still hurt from living on the streets.
I pull my arm out of hers, but she doesn't seem to notice. She kept talking on and on about what tops she had, and how it would suit my 'figure'. I had lived on the streets for a couple of months, and no one has looked at me as if I was just like them. Everyone used to look at me, as if I was different to them. When I wasn't. I was the same, but for some weird reason, if you lived on the streets you were an unsanitary person.
"Okay, so try this on, and then walk out." She says. I look at them confused, because they were short.
"I am not wearing these." I say. She rolls her eyes, and gets a pair of 3 quarter pants. I smile, and grab them from her.
"Thanks." I say, before running into the bedroom changing room thing.

"How do they fit?" She asks, while I was admiring myself in the mirror.
"They're perfect." I say. A top lands on my head, and I squeal like a baby. I see the top, and immediately fall in love. It had small sketches of all the flower types that everyone knew. I could see, a rose, a daisy, and there were more, but I didn't know what they were.

As I walk out, Alyssa smiles at me, and opens her mouth to speak but closes it.
"You look perfect." She says. I smile, and turn around. It finally felt like I was Cinderella that had found her dress.

Hello! How was it?
-Lily♡