I wheeled my suitcase to the front desk of the hotel, looking back and forth. My aunt knows I am here, even though she doesn't want me here. I sneaked out of the house, I needed to go to this Minecon before I lost total interest in anything related to Minecraft. Also, being a 19 year old who has to take care of her aunt is a downer, too.
"America Starla James." I said at the desk, I smiled to the person. My blue eyes widened and I whipped my black scene hair cut out of my eyes.
"Okay... your room is C12, it has a balcony... oh, one thing though. You are sharing a room with someone. Is that okay with you?" Her brown eyes were creepy, but her blonde hair made her look more welcoming.
"Yeah, it's fine." She gave me the card and since I already pre-payed, I went up the elevator. I didn't need to press any buttons, because a girl who looks surprisingly like me did it for me.
Her black hair hung in her jay blue eyes and her skin was very pale.
"Hi, I'm America." I smiled.
"Jay." She then rolled her eyes and growled.
"Why-" She cut me off.
"Because I was told I have to share a room with another person. I came here to be alone, not to talk to anyone. Anyone in this building."
"So, you are the person I am sharing a room with then?" Her facial expression went from angry, to sorry. But then the elevator opened.
~NEXT DAY~
I changed quickly into my red convers shoes, my blue skinny jeans, a t-shirt that says 'I am one smart cookie' with a cookie on it and my hair accessory was a beanie. I walked out of the room before, Jay, had awoken, leaving to Minecon.
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Her Name is America [An ASFJerome Fan Fic]
Fiksi PenggemarAmerica Star James is nothing but a average, teenage girl who loves to play minecraft and watch minecraft videos. The only thing that is different about her is, well, her name is America. Let's just say her parents are-sorry-were patriots. She was a...