Chaotic Craziness

Prologue

Los Angeles.

The city of Angels.

To be more precise, a well-known city located in California.

Most people would kill to move there with the beach, the movie industries, the possibilities of meeting famous people, the soothing rich lifestyle, the sexy wealthy businessmen, the beautiful independent women, et cetera. Technically, it's quite well-known. If you can ask anyone in the world about LA, the first word that'd immediately come up in their heads is Hollywood.

But for me, just thinking about it is making my poor tummy churn uncontrollably. When I say that, I don't mean in my I-need-to-shit fashion but in my nervous freaked-out fashion. I know, you're all probably wondering how this 17 year-old average girl could be all skittishly nervous about LA?

Well, it's because I'm moving there. Yeah, again, you might be wondering like Oh-what's-so-bad-about-that? Well, the thing is that I'm not exactly living in the states...but in another country. Now try to guess where; it's foolishly known for maple syrup/leaf, moose, Degrassi, bacon and, of course the cliche (insert my comical eye-roll), the 'eh' accent.

If you guessed Canada, then you're right.

I currently lived in Toronto (Ontario), you know, living and breathing like a normal earthling until, of course, Momma's announcement stopped my normal everyday-boring cycle.

"Julie, we're moving in LA," she repeated excitedly, holding a motherly smile that's usually used for announcing bad news. She just stood there in front of me in the living room, looking all glee and excited.

I just stood there for the past 5 minutes, trying to register her words; with a facial figure slightly slacked, a body frozen, one eyebrow twitching uncontrollably, a mouth widely open...you know, the usual effects when being shocked as hell. I mean, what'd you expect? I just came back home from a late Beyoncé concert and I find this...very unexpected news! I expected a mug of hot cocoa, not a hot mug of Hey-honey-we're-moving. So, of course I'm having a shock moment.

My mind was currently blank. Nothing showed up in that stupid head of mines.

Nothing. Nada. Rien.

If I was Cosmo right now from Fairly Oddparents, there'd be a good elevator music playing in my mind. But unfortunately, I'm not that adorable green-haired Nickelodeon cutie. I'm me with blankness overpowering my body.

Mom was waiting for a reaction to show up, expecting me to be as excited as her, but the thing is...I ain't all glee about this. I mean, what about my friends? Without them, who will keep me smiling when I'm sad? Who will tell funny jokes for me when I'm angry? And most importantly, who will help me secretly draw mustaches on my little cousin's 1D poster? Oh, the sadness...

After minutes of uncomfortable silence, I finally managed to stutter a few words.

"What. The. Fuck?!"

My momma clicked her teeth, obviously not appreciating my potty mouth. Even though I'm shocked, I'm also inwardly surprised by how my mother didn't do anything to me. Growing up with that woman, swearing was like asking for a shoe to come out of nowhere and slap the be-jiggers out of you. Seriously, I'm not kidding...

"Julie, you know how I've been trying hard to get accepted into that fancy-schmancy place?" she asked as she walked towards the coffee table where her purse lied.

I slowly nodded. My mother is a pastry chief who can cook anything sweet. She has mad skills; she can cook anything sweet from a simple cute candy to an amazing European wedding cake. That's mainly the reason why she sent an application to work in a famous 5 star patisserie called La Petite France that's located downtown in LA.