Smoke that Breaks

Chapter One

Missy has and probably never will ever miss a party. No matter what type. Sex...drugs...tea party...anything, she will go to it.

There is no better way to make some friends before your first year of college then going to a party, right?

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Missy sat on the grey, rusted, creaky, bird pooped bench with her luggage all around her. Her laptop was in her lap and a cup of hot tea was in her hand.
Her silver shiny hair put up into a tired messy bun, and her makeup was slapped on, her foundation wasn't blended. Her lipstick and eyeliner weren't even. Her mascara was stuck into clumps on her eyelashes. But none of that bothered her. She had a insane smile on her face and hummed a tune while flipping through website by website looking for an apartment with a rent a little over $100, even if that meant living in the hood.

"Oh perfect! Yay! I found one!", she said, slurring out her 'one'.

"Okay, so if I call this number I can ask for a background check or something?", she started talking to herself like it was a completely normal thing to do.

As she dialed the number she waited, looking over the busy streets of L.A.
'How did I ever end up like someplace here?' She's asked herself with a wide toothy smile shaking her head and taking a sip of her tea.
"Hello?"
Missy sprang up in surprise and practically yelled through the phone.
"Oh Hi hon! So I was looking for a wonderful place to stay in for the year with a rent of...", she dazed off trying to think of how much she wanted for rent, "Oh yeah! A little over $100. And right here on this website it says everything I just said, which is perfect!" She giggled at the end and sat back down on the dirty bench, trying to straighten out her dress.

After a long moment of silence of no one talking on the other end someone spoke up, "uhh, sorry boys only." And hung up in a hurry. Missy's face turned into a wave of confusion as she stared blankly at the phone.
She laughed insanely and just shook her head. "Some people just don't understand that a lady needs a house."

She spent a couple hours walking from bench to bench to lunch, to bench to bench. She started her search for a house online at nine in the morning and its already eight pm.

'Time goes by fast!' She thought as she scrolled through every website she looked at for the third time today. Before she put up her laptop and decided to live on the streets a new apartment came up. "Wait? Ohhh that sounds perfect! Just a little over $150, that isn't so bad, just a little extra work to do. Oh and it says boys and girl are welcome. Prefect!" Missy was so excited she walked around her bench, well more like skipping around it. She got stares of the busy,living-life people, but she just smiled and waved and went on with her skipping. Once the dial picked up Missy jumped up in the hair with one foot in the air and squealed, "Hello! Hi yes I'm here for the apartment rent thing for that thing!", she lost her words and just spoke gibberish in the phone. Once she was done complaining about how no one wanted to be kind enough to help her the person on the other side of the phone spoke up.
"I'm sorry and your name was-"
"Missy! My name is Missy Marie Paige!" She excitedly told her new friend.

"Okay yes and Missy are you...drunk or...even sane?" The low husky voice asked with a bit of amusement in his voice, which Missy secretly thought was very sexy.
"Well you have no idea how many times someone asked me today! But to answer that question yes I am sane, no I'm not drunk, I was drunk this morning though...the hangover was just awful." She finished telling her long story and listen carefully as the man on the other side said, "how old are you?"
"Well people say I'm a five year old but I'm eighteen."

"Okay, you can stop by the room and get a interview check by my girlfriend, Jennet, just make sure your not happy, she doesn't like that."
"Okay Mr.Bossy Pants! I'll be right over.", and with that she hung up and picked up her five suitcases, practically running in the direction of the apartment. She was excited, she's been rejected so many times she couldn't really feel any type of feeling but happiness, which was strange, should she feel sad? But no, she though of making the bad things into something happy was better than giving up, at least that's what she told everyone. Sense someone finally accepted her to get a interview she truly felt happy, not faking it.