2 Chapter Two

Waking up the next morning was difficult, my bed felt so good I didn't want to part with it.

Today was going to be a great day, my long time crush finally asked me to go out and have the date I have being imagining for centuries.

Realizing this, I gasped and threw my blanket aside.

"That's true, am going on a date this evening and I have.... ten hours to prepare. Oh God. " I groaned, ten hours was too little I need to look superb today.

I dashed into the bathroom to brush my teeth, I didn't want to take my bath now because I was still going to get all wet and sticky after my morning run.

It didn't take me long to decide which clothes to wear, I wasn't going on a date in the park.

I picked my car keys, which I didn't know why I did. I guess I must have felt like going for a drive instead.

Shrugging my shoulders about my change of plans, I decided to eat my half eaten cake with a cold glass of milk.

Me and food were best of friends, I didn't have many friends, in fact I only have one. Gabriel.

Not that I was an awful person who was difficult to get along with, I was a really nice and sweet girl.

Girl?

Yeah, girl. I am still nineteen, would be twenty in about two weeks.

Surprisly, I wasn't looking forward to it.

Getting older means a lot more responsibilities which I wasn't looking forward to.

Sighing, I brought out my phone and sent a good morning text to Gabriel and within seconds I received my reply.

Grinning like a teenager, oh am a teenager, I sang to myself.

I would admit am a very good singer, I sure would make it in the entertainment industry either as a singer or a movie actor, I got the looks and talents.

Instead I chose writing, something my mum would never understand, she hates writing claims it takes one's soul to destruction.

I know right, like what is destructive about being a writer and why would one's soul be destroyed.

Everytime, I remember that day I left home for Los Angeles, I always felt this sharp pain in my head, stopping me from probing further.

I couldn't remember how my journey to Los Angeles was, it was like that part of my memory was wiped out.

One minutes I was a teenager girl from a little town in Arizona, next I'm a popular and well known writer.

Life was sweet, very sweet I couldn't deny it, but somehow it felt like I was being held back, captured and caged.

Taking a deep breath, I cleaned up and decided to head out. I really need that drive badly.