Kyla was sitting next to her.  Trying to talk Ashley into going back to school.  Something about if she didn’t her future, and the education thing.  Just Kyla stuff…

“Hello girls.”

“mother.”  Ashley stated coldly, she was bitchy to just about everyone but Kyla, Aiden, Chelsea and Clay.  Glen had come over a few days ago to rub it in that he was right about them both and how thank God Spencer was shipped away from “a gay slut like you” were his exact words.  She gave him a well deserved kick in his lower regions.  He doubled over and Ashley had slammed the door not caring that it had hit the boy right on the head as she heard the ass howl in pain outside.

“I just got back from the lawyers office, your inheritance has come through.  Congratulations girls, you’re rich.”

Ashley couldn’t believe it, she was happy, she was smiling.  And it was Christine of all people to get her to smile. 

“OH MY GOD ASHLEY!!”  Ashley felt Kyla’s arms wrap around her.  Hugging her sister back Ashley couldn’t help but keep smiling.  She was rich.  She was 18, rich, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do with her money.  Christine walked away from the two squealing girls looking on in slight disgust.

 “So what the first thing you plan to do as a rich girl Ash?”

“Buy a ticket to my girl.”

Kyla’s smile got even bigger, “Ohio here she comes.”

Thursday

Spencer was awake before her alarm clock rang.  It had been like this everyday since the day she and Ashley parted.  She hated closing her eyes knowing that she wouldn’t see the brunette when she opened them.  She was 18 today.  Slowly pulling herself out of bed clad in only her tank top and boy shorts.  Spencer padded to her bathroom, showering, brushing her teeth, getting dressed.  She jogged down the stairs, to her daily routine.  Her aunt and uncle didn’t care.  She was just an extra person living in the house.  Nothing was like it used to be.  They used to love her, and now they treated her like a guest in their house.  They used to welcome her with hugs and kisses and “there’s my favorite niece!”  Now she was tolerated.  She had remembered listening to her mother’s words over the phone.