Arabella Ryans, a 17 year old girl makes her way to California after tragic loss.
She's now on her own, no family to guide her to her next destination, but mature enough to do it, she opens new chapters.
New school, new friends, a new life.
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I wake up with fright as my alarm rings right in my ears.
I swear every time I hear that sound it's as if I'm hearing a damn war siren.
Coming aware of what day it is, and my surroundings, I remember I have school today.
Brill.
I should've let myself sleep a little longer and start next week. Too late now, fortunately for me.
Don't I seem so enthusiastic!
I actually put my alarm on extra early, because I know for a fact I'll take a long time just deciding what to wear. Which isn't anything unusual.
After stretching my whole body, I head towards my en suite. Very fancy. I undress getting ready to shower.
I shave, scrub, condition and even exfoliate while I'm in here. Don't we just love an everything shower?
Not a clue who I'm trying to impress, but you never know. I also do want to have a good impression on my first day and look clean instead of homeless for once, as well as smelling f r e s h.
Once I'm done, I dry my body, blow dry my hair, and then straighten it.
I quickly put on some light makeup, mascara, lipgloss, and some concealer to hide the darkness beneath my eyes.
Quickly rummaging through my case to find some clothes, I put my underwear on, trying to find a decent outfit for the day.
No, I didn't put my clothes away.
Yes, I'm lazy, okay?
Finally finding an outfit, I quickly put on some flared black leggings and a cropped shirt,
Pretty basic, but as long as I'm comfy, I don't care.
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I grab my things, phone, charger, makeup, notepad, pens, bottle, and most importantly of all, snacks. Obviously.
Shoving it all in my bag, I grab my keys, and leave my house, locking the door behind me.
Don't worry, I triple-checked it as always, I can't go without checking my door at least once or I have to go all the way back home. That's if I remember that I checked it, sometimes I do and still come home to check again.
I open the garage door and get into my car, it's cute, it's basic, just a small white car.
But I love it, and let me tell you, the decorations I'm going to put in here once I have a job, you'll know it's me from a mile away.
After I put the directions to the school on my phone, I drive. My nerves are getting worse the closer I get, it's like that feeling when you're away from home and you know you're in so much shit when you get back so your heart is basically pounding out of your chest the whole day.
