The tears wouldn't stop flowing as I found my assigned seat and sat. I had snuck a few bottles of whiskey in my bag. As I popped the lid and started drinking, a young man around the age of 16 I guessed, had sat next to me.
"I'm Jordan, whats your name?" He asked sending me a smile.
"Elizabeth, but you can call me Liz or Lizzy." I said calmly, wondering why he was talking to me when our car was filled with many people, who were probably older and mature.
"So where are you going, Lizzy?" He grinned.
"Im going to rehab. I got busted by the cops too many times. I guess I pushed it too far this time. You?" I said sadly.
"Oh. Thats weird. I am too! But if you're going to rehab, why are you drinking?"
"I'm leaving my entire life behind! How could I not be upset? Im leaving my family, my friends everything!" I started to yell at Jordan. How could he be so inconsiderate?
"You're what? 10? Your friends won't stay forever. Dont be naive and stupid." He said back in his defense.
"I'm 14 for your information. And I've known my friends since forever, they wouldn't leave me. Why do you care anyways?" I wondered.
"I care because we are both going to rehab and we are both going to come back better and get on with our life. Get over yourself Liz." He started to shout. I was angry enough at someone who I barely knew. I just took another gulp of my drink. He stared at me disapprovingly. I glared at him menacingly.
I stared at the clock. 3 more hours before I started my life. I missed New York, with its busy streets, alleys and hotels. I missed my dad, Jade, Drake and Evan already. I soon fell asleep. Goodbye New York, I thought.
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I woke up to see a smirking Jordan. He was laughing at me, drunkly. I couldn't believe it. I was finally at the rehab center. All around me I saw people much older than me. Jordan got up, gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek and left into the group of highly intoxicated adults.
I was alone, scared and had absolutely nothing with me. A lady waved me over, asking for my name.
"Elizabeth Grant, what am I supposed to be doing here?" I asked calmly as I could manage.
"Ah, Elizabeth. Your father said it was alright if you had a coed roommate, so meet Jordan!" I prayed it wasn't the Jordan I already met, he was really unpleasant. As the nurse showed me to my room, she opened the door and there I found my new roommate, Jordan.
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Take Me To Paris (Lana Del Rey fanfic)
FanfictionI had one chance, One chance not to get sent away. Guess what? I used it. This is the story of what happened to me when I was gone. This, is how I started my career as Lana Del Rey.
