someone special//m.e

chapter 1

I didn't expect life to be as hard as it is. Who
would know that your mistakes are who you are. Everyone knows what you do, even if they are a secret.

I left my house, the age of 16. There were no goodbyes. I snuck out leaving all my mistakes behind.

My starting point was at my house in Phoenix Arizona. I grabbed a bag and left. My life wasn't working out as I planned, so why stay? I ran till I got to my final destination Los Angles California.

Where to stay? The best hotel room the money I took could buy.
So tomorrow's a new day, yea well for me it's totally different.
Tomorrow is a new life. To start over and leave my worried past behind. To live the life I want.

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My eyes opened to a slit. I gazed around the dark hotel room. The red letters shined across the clock.
9:26. I groaned.

Swinging out of bed I grabbed my very few items, and shoved them into my michel kors bag, as I left the hotel.

In my pocket there was a crumpled up $5 bill. Enough for a coffee at starbucks.

I pushed the doors open, the warm smell
of coffee in the air. I stepped up to the counter, making no eye contact.

"Hello miss what may I do for you," the worker smilled brightly.
"Could I get a grande soy vanilla iced latte."
"Yes, may I have a name?"
"Um, no name will be needed."

He continued to make the coffee and handed it to me.
"Thank you have a nice day," and I walked out.

I kept walking not knowing where to go, I might as well just wonder the streets of LA. I turned the corner and was stopped. I felt my body slam into another.
"What the hell?" I stammered, my coffee dripped down the front of my shirt. I looked up to see a boy my age, smirking at me. He has still said nothing to me, not even a "sorry."

"Watch where your going," he snapped.
"The same to you, the least you could do is say sorry." I whipped back at him.

He stared down at my coffee stained shirt and scratched the back of his head.
"Sorry." he mumbled.
"To late for that now buddy."
"bitch," he mumbled.
"ass," I shot back.

My half cup of my latte was on the ground I picked it up and walked away. Leaving him there wondering who I was or what I was doing.

But the thing is, I don't even know who I am or why was I even here?