working with jace {jace norman}

Chapter 1

"Emily, sweetie, I think that's your luggage" My mom pointed at the baggage claim through her crowded arms. She looked like a mess, but still continued to smile.

I stare at her, not really knowing to have sympathy or hatred towards the situation. I snapped my gum through the music in my headphones. After seeing the smile on both of my parents faces I finally understand that being an angsty teen would be good for them. For they clearly showed that they needed some excitement in their dreadful colonial lives by moving us to a different culture.

Scotland was just fine, it was a place where I had fit in, where I felt welcomed. California felt judgmental. filled with people who were trying to be someone they're not.

My parents needed a fresh start after my dads company let him go, and America seemed to be the only solution to our run down lives. It wasn't my solution, for I asked to stay with whoever I could grasp onto back home. They denied, never understanding how much I'd be loosing.

I followed them through the airport. Tourism tracing within their clothes. My moms floppy hat half off her head, my dad's sunglasses hanging from his shirt, and the both of them covered in bags and luggage, struggling. But through crowds of people and angry business men taking our cabs, we get situated in a cab of heavy smoke and Mexican music.

I'm shoved to the door in luggage, so many new things to glance at as we pass by the main Hollywood strip and still; I couldn't overlook the mere feeling that I dreaded everything about the trip. It was so hard to leave everything behind, but it was even harder to start something new.

I wanted to be an actor. Back home I had been in a few plays, gone to a few auditions that got me nowhere. That was the only thing that actually got me to step foot out of my house to come here in the first place. My parents had said there was more of a chance to be scouted in California. But looking at the commotion of people here, I wasn't going to be anything.

The time difference overcame my sense. Shutting my eyes, I allow the long car ride to devour me to sleep at the relaxation of the humming car.

I had a dream like I had been there, like pre deja vu but, the feeling was more off setting. The room filled with beeps, but bright headlights flashing on and off. There was voices of people, but loud, and scrambled. The sky stood dark, lighter on one side than the other, marking the next day was soon coming. And laying down helplessly moving, I froze.

"Emily"

I jump at the sound of my name,
"hmm?"

"We're here hunny" my mom grinned and left the cab door open.

I sigh, taking in that I was dreaming, but why was I dreaming about being there? Or where was there, rather.

I got out of the car and stretched as I walked to the back of the cab to get my suit case out .

I approach the opened front door and trail into the living room.

The house smelled of cold concrete and plastic. Our furniture stood in the corner covered in plastic wrap and dust.

Walking upstairs and to the end of the hall I opened the door, I had picked out the room previously as my parents showed me the house online. It was the only bit of lenience they showed to me during the move. It was nice. What I had expected, not anything off the charts fancy, but it was big enough for my stuff and it felt cozier then the rest of the house.

My furniture was pushed to one side of my room due to the polite movers, they had the decency to set up the heavy pieces of my bed frame, but left it on the opposite side of the room.