Chapter 1

The buzzing flowers due to bees, the fields of grain, the sky of blue, and the beauty of the sunset saddened me that I was moving. I didn't want to leave Colorado. Colorado was gorgeous in every way, and I was leaving it. The small quaint feeling of even the biggest town around is what made me upset that I was moving to Los Angeles, California. Most people loved to get out of their home towns and even adventure out for awhile, but I hadn't been that way. I was born and raised in the same town outside of Grand Junction. Delta.

Never heard of it? Most people haven't. Driving with my parents into Grand Junction, I would be dropped off at the Grand Junction Airport for a night flight to Denver, and then would switch onto another plane headed towards LAX. I had gotten a full ride scholarship for UCLA and now would be living on my own in an apartment off campus. My parents were paying for all of this of course. They were wealthier than most people and could afford to ship me out to LA, have my car delivered the next day to my new LA apartment, and even have my possessions sent out. But that was all on the credit card, so who knew how far in debt those people were. No, I wasn't particularly close with my parents. I was their only child but they were pretty wealthy as I said because they went on business trips all the time. I would usually sit alone in our normal looking everyday two story house doing homework or entertaining myself with the randomness of the internet.

I had never been popular among friends enough for them to call me a 'best friend' and apparently, I never cared too much for them in return. I was popular with the sense that some jocks wanted to date me so I could give them 'the status' of being the stiff girls boyfriend. I was eighteen, a virgin, with natural blonde hair, minimal makeup around my blue eyes, dressed like a librarian most the time, and had an IQ that most the jocks I dated couldn't even count to. Every guy in town had tried to 'break' me, as in get me to run wild, but I wouldn't dare let a nobody of Delta, Colorado be the man to win my heart. I was a hopeless romantic, but I guess most guys thought that meant as long as you gave me the time of day that I'd spread my legs for you. Hardly the case for them.

We soon rolled into the parking lot where my father, in a tailored pin stripe suit, grabbed my last suitcase that hadn't been shipped out to LA already via a courier. My mother on the other hand was in a feminine body hugging pant suit with Armani heels. She stood on her phone as I got out of the car. I had gotten my features from my dad, and the hair coloring and eye color from my mom. There was no doubting I was their kid, well, unless you saw us in public and they wouldn't pay a second's attention to me; maybe you'd have some doubt that way. But ultimately that's why I did so well in school, I wasn't going to de-moral myself to fit in at parties and I wasn't going to be living off my family for the rest of my life either. But there was always that wonder of, 'what if.'

What if I had let loose? Would I have a real boyfriend now? Would I be going to community college instead of a top notch university? Or would I actually be upset that I was leaving, because I'd have a best friend to say good bye to? Well, the only part I would miss would be the smog-less mountain air of the Grand Mesa and the nice scenery of the Umcompagre mountains, the small town I grew up in, the streets I knew, and the familiar feeling. But I knew I had to break out. I couldn't keep playing it safe.

I said goodbye briefly to my parents who assured me they put money in my bank account for the next three months to live off. They also stressed that they would be paying for my car, apartment, and utilities bills monthly. I thanked them. They nodded giving me awkward hugs and then I was off not even with a 'We'll miss you', 'We love you', or 'Don't call us unless you're out of money'. But I knew better than to expect that. It was a relatively short first flight that I mostly read on. I almost was finished with the book I picked up from the store the day before, when the pilot announced that we were landing soon. I managed to finish it while I waited for my second flight to board. I put away the book and sighed realizing I was officially alone now. In a whole new place. I wasn't even done traveling yet and it was hitting me that I was in fact alone. Very alone. The plane landed after a little longer of a flight the second time around, and I stood up after everyone who was in such a rush to get off the plane did as they wished. I got my suitcase once at LAX and took a taxi to the address my parents had texted me during the flight. I paid the driver and I was here. Floor five. They didn't skip out on the fact they got me a very nice apartment. One bedroom, one bath, one huge walk in closet, living room and kitchen open floor plan in the front. It was very nice and had been furnished before I arrived. It fit my mother's taste, not mine. More modern, glass, and silver everywhere, but I didn't care. They paid for it, so I suppose it was only right it be in their tastes.

I got used to being alone early on in life and not getting what I actually wanted, which wasn't in fact materialistic things anymore. It was early the following morning when I settled into my apartment, but I hadn't slept on the flights here. I got into some pajamas from my suitcase. I didn't start classes for another month, so I figured this was the perfect time to experiment sleeping in like a real teenager. I was pretty prim and proper, probably something like a 'stick in the mud' some would say.  I liked to be on time, not wasting the day away, and I liked to do anything correctly, and perfect the first time. It's just how I was. I flopped on the white comforter with a silver screened damask design on it. I sighed and stared at the silver Chandelier  in the middle of the white ceiling.

I fell asleep almost instantly. I woke up to a knocking at my door, however, four hours later. I walked slowly through my apartment and into the living room where the door was locked about five times with various locking mechanisms. I sighed, I matching them all and opened the door. A girl with a lip piercing and a hoop in the center of her nose was on the other side of the door.

"Hey, you got a bathroom?" She asked. I narrowed my eyes. I may look small, weak, and dumb, but I was far from it. At least I wasn't dumb, so I wasn't gullible enough to allow in a person I knew nothing of into my home. Being from a small town didn't mean I didn't know how to take care of myself like a lot of people would assume.

"You don't just ask some random person to use their bathroom." I said not believing a word she was about to say.

"Okay, you got me. Do you have any money?" She asked letting her eyes wonder into my apartment as she looked over my shoulder. This shocked me however. I snorted.

"Have a nice day." I told her. I slammed the door in her face, instantly locking it back up as I furrowed my brow. LA, weird people. I checked the locks once more and tugged on the door to ensure I was safe alone. I sighed once I quadruple checked, there goes sleeping in for once. It was ten now which was as late as I usually slept when I was feeling ill back home.

I had the urge of needing to go do something. The entire purpose of moving to LA was to do the things I missed out on when I was studying so hard in school. So I decided to I shower quickly, and left my naturally straight blonde hair down to air dry. I dabbed on some face makeup which took about five seconds and swiped on some mascara. I was done quickly. I put my glasses back on so I could see things further away. I was in a little sleeveless white dress, flats, and grabbed my purse which was long and hung across my body diagonally.

I stepped out of my apartment locking the door behind me. I walked down the hall where I had last night and walked down the stairs instead of the elevator. Then as I approached the floor level, a door man opened the door for me as I walked out. How had that girl gotten inside such a nice apartment complex? She certainly was not living here, but what did I know? She could have. I realized I was judging her just as much as she probably judged me.