A Journalist and a Singer [h.s]

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STAY TO THE END FOR A SURPRISE!! Welcome to A Journalist and a Singer!! I hope you like it!!

Maggie's POV:

"Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap." I say, stubbing my toe on one of the many suitcases on my floor. I tiptoe around my room eventually crashing onto my bed, examining the mess that has to be cleaned up before tomorrow morning.

I flop on my back and stare at the plastic glow in the dark moon and stars on my ceiling. One day left before I leave this tiny town and fly to the other side of the world. I've been a journalist for about four years, but it's hard when the only news outlet in town is a newspaper that nobody reads.

Still, for four years I wrote and published anything and everything about this town, but I needed something bigger, something better. I've always dreamed of working for a big media outlet, so when I got the call from a location in London, I knew I couldn't turn it down.

I was absolutely shocked when I found out I got the job. I wasn't expecting a big corporation to take in somebody from a small town in Michigan, but I didn't question it and started packing my bags right away. Moving away from home is so scary, and moving to another continent is even more terrifying, but what's life without a little fear, am I right? I  hope so.

"Maggie!" my mom calls from downstairs. I let out a sigh and heave myself off the bed, once again tripping over my suitcases as I make it out of the bedroom door. I make my way downstairs, the smell of my favorite meal, chicken noodle soup, filling my nose.

I see my mom standing at the stove, pouring soup into four bowls and setting them at the table where the rest of my family is located. My father sets down his glasses along with the paper and greets me with a smile. I sit next to my brother, who appears to be playing some video game, but I guess that's what all 17 year old boys do at that age. My mom finishes what she's doing in the kitchen and makes her way over to the table. As she sits down I look up to see my whole family looking at me.

"No, I'm not packed yet..." I tell my mom, practically reading her mind. 

"Magnolia, you said that would be done by now!" she says, a little upset.

"I know, but I got distracted, it'll be done before tomorrow, I promise." I tell her, taking a big spoonful of soup in my mouth.

My last home cooked meal for a while. I've never been good at the whole cooking thing, so take out is a must when I get to London.

Dinner is over pretty quickly due to my mom making sure I had enough time to pack. I help with the dishes, then rush back upstairs, once again greeted with the mess that is my room. I stare at the hours of work that lies ahead of me and immediately know what I need to do. I hook up my phone to my speaker and shuffle my playlist, one that I always play when I need to get something done. The first few notes of Rex Orange County's 'Best Friend' play and I immediately get to work. I cram all of my clothes in a few suitcases, I stuff my shoes in a tote bag, I pack all of my hygiene and beauty products, I pack everything I need for the move. As I work I dance around my room listening to Ben Platt, Taylor Swift, Grouplove, and Fitz and the Tantrums.

It's 1:00 in the morning when I finally finish, but I'm still wide awake. I pick up my phone and disconnect it from the speaker. I slip on my shoes and a jacket, then make my way to my window. I might be 24, but my parents still hate it when I'm out late.

I slip out of the window and make my way to the little spot I would always go to as a kid. I walk down the long street past the playground and make it to the abandoned baseball field. I head into the dugout and take a seat on the bench, pulling out my notebook and a pen.

I start writing down a list of all the things I have to do tomorrow. I've always been obsessed with making lists. It gives my life a sense of order and control. It keeps me productive.

List for Tomorrow:

Make sure the rest of my luggage is already in London.

Call boss to give update on my arrival.

Make sure passport and other papers are in order.

Make sure everything is packed.

Don't screw this up.

I read the last one over and over, hoping tomorrow goes smoothly. I set down my notebook and pen and look at the night sky, the stars filling the darkness. The real thing is so much better than the plastic ones on my ceiling. I stay there for what feels like forever before I head back home.

I sneak back into my room, closing the window behind me. I crash on my bed and slip my shoes off, letting them hit the floor. I stare once again at the plastic stars and moons on my ceiling, now glowing unlike they did before. I sit up and stand on my bed, carefully reaching my ceiling.

One by one I peal each little piece of plastic from my ceiling and put them into one of my bags for London. I zip up my bag and move them all by the door, along with my carry on and stuff that has to be shipped.

I finally make it to bed, slipping under the covers on the twin sized mattress. In just a few short hours I will be on my way to LAX and then to London. A scary adventure, but something so exhilarating. I close my eyes in anticipation for tomorrow, and eventually, I fall asleep.

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IT GETS A LOT BETTER YOU JUST HAVE TO TRUST THE PROCESS

I swear I feel like every book I write starts of just terrible, but we haven't gotten to the fun part yet!!

I hope you guys like this series!! I swear it will live up to it's name haha also I love Maggie so much lol

I will be posting this every Friday, but I wanted to give you guys a little more sooo.. CHAPTER TWO IS UP NOW!!!!