Bad Boys are Overrated

Arriving at LAX

  I guess I must have slept through the whole plane ride because I woke up to my mom waking me up so I could watch the landing.
I always loved airplane rides, especially the landing, it always makes me feel like I am one with the airplane, like I alone control where it gets to take me.

  I watched as what once was a cloudy Minnesota sky turn into a cloud free, sunny California sky. It just hit me that this was my first time going to L.A, is there really something here for me?
I woke up to my mom leaving me and decending from the stairs of the plane. I quickly stood up and smiled awkwardly at the flight attendant, who was just waiting for me so she could go down the stairs too.
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We got all our luggages from the airport and went outside , only to find a whole swarm of cars and a bunch of people walking, the smell of ciggarettes and other dangerous fumes intoxicating me to the point where I almost lost the little I had in my stomach. I followed my mom who began crossing the street, towards what I hoped was our taxi.
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The taxi drove for what felt to be an hour until it finally took a left turn and I saw people walking there dogs, but not just any dogs, dogs that were probably dressed better than me. I saw a whole row of nicely cut lawns with there tall houses in the back. The taxi driver turned around the corner, I saw it, A beautiful white house, well, houses, a set of twin houses, one next to the other, beautifully guarded by a golden colored gate.
"where are we?", I asked my mom. She looked at me puzzled, giving me a looked saying that she thought I already knew. Well I don't mother, I'm a slow learner.
"Olivia, we're in Studio City, And you see the house on the left, that's ours, welcome home.".

Suddenly the welcoming felt more like a toast, as if saying "and heres to our new life".

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ok sorry, yes IKthis is bad
but its currently like 3 A.M and Im sooooo exhausted I cant think straight

love you lovelies!!
-J