We Met in Hollywood

Time for Cali, Bitches

Fast forward to summer the day before I leave for Hollywood. I had already packed and checked a million times over making sure I had everything and I did. I was getting ready to leave hugging my family. The boys kept asking where I was going. They didn't really understand "I'm leaving for a week ill be back soon." I thought my dad might cry which surprised me. The last time I saw him cry he was drunk on July 4th.

We finally arrived to the airport and were about to load the plane. My friend Morgan came up to me and squealed in delight. She hated our town and was glad to leave. We got to our seats and I curled up and drifted to a deep sleep. When I woke up we were about an hour away from our destination. I put in my earbuds to my iPod. I literally live off music. If it weren't for it I may not be on this plane today. I was jamming to my favorite album 'Collide with the Sky' by Pierce the Veil. I swear to god I love it as much as food. And that's a lot.

We were about to land so I took out my earbuds and looked out the window. Holy shit we were about to die. Here we are in a machine in the sky plummeting towards the ground. We ended up landing like normal I suppose and got off the plane. First we got some decent food to eat because airplane food = yuck! We went to our hotel which was pretty damn fancy if you ask me. The room I had I shared with my friend Morgan, her older sister Kaitlyn, and they're mom Ms. Marla. We had a balcony so I went out there to chill for a bit. It was 8:37 p.m. and I was tired as fuck so I went to bed.