Life In LA

From Cold Jersey To Sunny L.A.

Stacie hopped down from the cab as her mother paid the ferry. She gazed at the mansion in front of her eyes. She sighed dreamily, maybe it won't be so bad. (Just imagine the biggest mansion you have ever seen.) 

"Woah," she said, hyperventilating. She felt her father stiffen behind her. 

"Don't you like it?" He asked, worry tracing his voice. She felt spacial that her father actually wanted to hear her opinion. She kissed his cheek. "I love it." Father breathed out a sigh of relief then gave her a lopsided grin. 

"Good. I had this made for us three. Mostly for you, though," he scratched his cheek sheepishly, something he usually did when he was nervous. It actually mattered what she thought. That was so sweet. "I also know it was hard to leave your friends like that. You barely got to say goodbye." He looked down, and then Stacie realized just how much of a jerk she was to him earlier that day. The plane ride took about 4-5 hours and they left at 1 pm so it was sunset already when they arrived. 

She forced a smile even though the subject of her friends was still taboo to her. "Look Dad. It's... fine. It really is." She gave him a thumbs up and a grin for good measure and also to show him that she was, indeed, okay. At least, for now.

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The inside was even more breathtaking than from the outside. (Just imagine the most amazing living room, kitchen, bathroom, etc. you have ever seen.) 

Stacie's mother showed her to her room then left her to unpack her things by herself. "And don't make a mess!" She called from outside Stacie's door, as she was walking away. 

Her room looked amazing. A plasma screen hung from the wall opposite of her bed. And her bed! It had beige sheets and a comfy-as-a-feather comforter. Her pillows were softer with a dark color. The throw pillows had these funny little sayings on it;  jokes that could make her company. Her walls were a light shade of brown. The walls had a quote in it: You only live once but, if you do it right, once is enough. It was sweet. She even had a bathroom in there. Her own bathroom. Leading from her bed was a small hallway which eventually showcased a massive ceiling over looking the neighborhood. Beside her bed was a nightstand with a lamp and a book perched on it. Stacie picked up the book: The Five People You Meet In Heaven by Mitch Albom. That was one of her favorite books ever. She put down the book then walked over to the life size mirror beside her nightstand. A study table stood right beside the TV so she (conveniently) can watch while doing homework, at her new school.

Stacie frowned. Sooner or later she had to think about the school. Her mother already made formalities and so she was going to attend Handler High in the following month. It's a public school so she didn't have to wear those prissy little outfits they call uniforms. They informed her of that at the airport. 

She looked at her room then smiled. She started unpacking her stuff.