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Chapter 7- Welcome to California.... I think

Chapter 7

The private jet looked like something from the movies, I swear. Everything was white- the walls, the couches, everything. The modern leather couches were arranged a bit like the ones in the limo. There were multiple flight attendants in crisp blue uniforms, buzzing around the cabin like bees, trying to make sure everything was perfect for the flight.

Harold lounged in a plush armchair near an open window, his legs crossed over one another. A male flight attendant with a handlebar mustache was hovering over him, offering food and refreshments. With an annoyed look, Harold waved him off.

Blake jumped into a long couch opposite to Harold and stretched his legs out, folding his arms behind his head. He immediately took out his iPhone and started playing some stupid game.

That left me standing near the entrance looking like an idiot. I grasped my multicolored coach bag tightly and twisted a stray piece of my dark blond hair with my other hand. Harold's eyes flitted to me and he flashed his teeth.

"Have a seat, Olivia! Make yourself at home!" He exclaimed. I nodded and staggered to a small couch next to his. Dropping my bag to the floor, I sank into the couch. It was so comfortable! I leaned my head back, letting out an inaudible sigh of content.

"May I interest you in a drink or snack?" Natalie's bright yellow hair was the first thing I saw. A tight smile was plastered across her hot pink lips. She was nervously glancing at Harold, her boss. I guessed that she was intimidated by him.

"No, I'm fine, thanks," I replied politely. She nodded and scurried back to the front of the cabin, near the pilot's cockpit.

"Get ready for takeoff," I heard the pilot announce via intercom. Staring out the small window at nothing in particular, I heaved a small sigh and leaned back into the couch. Six hours, Olivia, six hours. 

I felt the plane move faster and faster on the runway, and soon enough, I found myself tilted as the plane lurched into the sky. Watching the buildings surrounding Queens turn into small dots, I pursed my lips as reality hit me. I was really leaving New York, my home for as long as I could remember, and was headed to the unknown land of California.

Honestly, I didn't know what to expect there, since I had no idea about the methods Blake and Harold would use to get me famous. But I knew one thing for sure: people were supporting me, whether I knew it or not. Even my inner voice couldn't deny that.

Smiling, I felt my eyes flutter shut as I sank back into the plush couch even more. As I sank into a state of deliriousness, I couldn't help but hope that my stupid dream wouldn't haunt me as I literally flew to a new bwginning.

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My nose wrinkled in disgust as I saw what daddy packed me for lunch. It was turkey, lettuce, tomato, and a white thing on weird bread. I took the sandwich apart, picking out the turkey. I shoved the turkey in my mouth, gobbling it all up in one bite. I looked around at the other kids in the circle around me, eating yummy food that their mommies made them. Daddy wanted me to be 'healthy.' I didn't like the word 'healthy.'

I let my long hair cover my face as I blinked away tears. My stomach growled. I didn't like that sound. It sounded like a monster. I crossed my arms the way I saw my sister do and pouted. All of a sudden, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Do you wanna trade?" A dark haired boy named Ryan asked me.

I made my hair go out of my face with a small, chubby hand, taking in the boy. His eyes had a nice color, unlike mine. My eyes were a boring grey. All of the princess' eyes in the disney movies were pretty, which made me sad. But Daddy always told me that I was beautiful the way I was. But Daddy wasn't a girl.