A 10 hour flight... Great! I honestly don't know why Mum couldn't have left me in England. As if I want to go and speak to Victoria Beckham and follow her around. She seems nice... I guess... But everyone I know says she is stuck up and rude. At least we get to stay at a nice hotel in Beverly Hills! Ah.. It seems like heaven right now. I might just stay at the hotel and not even bother to show myself to 'the' Victoria Beckham!!
The stairs up to the plane are rickety and seem older than my grandma. To be honest, I just want to get this trip started so it will end faster!
The plane smells of baby diaper's and sweaty fat men. Great, all this for 10 Hours! I must remember to thank mum for this.
-10 Hours Later-
LA people are so rushed! Everywhere I turn there is someone constantly trying to point me in a completely different direction to that I want to go. Can they just chill please? God.
I must admit though, LA looks stunning when the sun sets. As we are arriving to the hotel I manage to ask the driver to stop so I can get a totally 'tumblr' worthy photo. He did, after asking him 5 times. Ugh what a loser. Chill man.
Finally we reach the hotel. I see a shiny black car with someone waiting next to it. Don't tell me...
"Victoria?" My mum yells.
Oh my god. Seriously. Why now? Thanks for ruining my relaxing night 'Victoria'!
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The Beckham Game (Brooklyn Beckham FanFic)
FanfictionMandy's life is a never-ending series of twists and turns. Drugs. Lies. Violence and Love. Until Mandy's world gets turned upside down once again, when she meets Brooklyn.
