I get off of the plane and lift my Ray Ban Aviators away from my wavy blonde hair, to the top of my head. I look over to my left at a sign that read, "Welcome to California, the Golden State." I sighed and dragged my duffels and carry-on outside. About 2 months ago, my life was perfect. I was 16, the most popular girl in school, had the perfect boyfriend (so I thought), and was in total and COMPLETE control of my life.
It all started when I caught my boyfriend cheating. I immediately dumped his ass when I found out. I looked at it as better now then being happily married with a ten year old daughter. As if things could get any better (hint sarcasim), my best friend, Shea moved to Florida to live with some of her family after her mom lost her job. The popular kids in my school; who acted like we were best friends started stabbing me in the back. I slowly felt my world start to crumble down on me. I felt so out of place and lost.
I started getting high on school property with the school "Rejects" as i liked to call them. I got caught a couple of times and escorted home by the police and my mom was scared for me. My mom put me in counseling, but that only made me feel more pathetic. I didn't need some shrink to tell me I had problems. My mom was doing that fine enough by herself. She didn't know what to do with me anymore, so she decided to ship me off to California to live with my dad for a while.
I don't understand why she would think this was better for me. My parents had been divorced now for about 6 years and I haven't seen my dad since he stormed out. My dad would always call to speak to me but my mother would never let him and I didn't complain. I loved my daddy very much; but after I found out he was cheating on my mom; i guess you could say things were different. After a while of trying to get in touch he just gave up. My father owns a venyard down in California. My father loves wine. My parents used to always go wine tasting together. They would always come home drunk and me and the nanny would just sit there and laugh at their idiotics.
Those times were good. I guess you could see why I found it so messed up when Collin was cheating on me. I would love to visit my dad and become as close as we were. I just don't see how thats possible, after he ditched me and my mom in our quaint little brownstone back in Manhattan, NY.
I snap back to reality, when I realize someone is calling my name. I take my purple gummy headphones out of my ears and look up at a good looking 38 year old man with soft brown eyes, messy blonde hair, and a tan.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Votee &+ Comment(:<3
Next upload when I get 50 reads, atleast 5 comments, and 5 votes.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
