"Hello everyone, this is Martha Evans your copilot, along with Steve Newman your captain. I hope you enjoyed the flight from Delhi, India to San Francisco, California. If you did not have a connecting flight, your bags will be at Gate 34-" I plugged in my headphones, while the copilot was talking. While listening to Coldplay, obvi, I looked down at my notebook. The front cover said Sameera (Sam) Singh. My hand brushed that name, my name. Soon that name would be on every tv, every device, every road of America. Here I was, 12- year-old me. Alone, on a flight, heading to a place my friends couldn't even think of. A little birdie told me I was going to thrive.
Most people, the become famous for the end produce. Fame and fortune. All the riches. All the dates you get asked on. But not me. TBH, that kind of lifestyle disgusts me. I'm here for the thrill of the ride.
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FantasyWhen Sam finally reaches the new country, it seems amazing. But when she loses everything, all Sam has left is a pen, a journal, and some hope.
