Chapter 1- Off To LA

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"Finn wake up." My mother yells while pounding on my bedroom door. Maybe if I just lay here and don't say a word my mom will let me sleep some more. "Finley May Peters get up right now. Your Plane leaves soon. "  She says opening the curtains in my room and letting the light wake me up like she always does. I hate it when she calls me by my full name. Finley. It gives me shivers when she calls me that. 

Ugh! "Mom, Can I please stay here with you this summer?"  I beg. 

"No, now go get ready." She says. 

I drag my feet into the shower and turn the water on hot.  Every summer I go to Los Angles and spend it with my father. When I get out of the shower I loosely pull my hair in to a fishtail braid. I slip in to a orange sundress and my trusty pair of keds. 

"Finn!" My little brother Ricky yells, Hugging me around my waste. "Don't goooooo. " 

"Mom is making me." My mother shots me a glare from the other side of the kitchen. 

"Finn we should get going." My mom says searching for her car keys. "Now, sweetie make sure you are on your best behavior when you see Mark, I mean your father. We don't want a repete of last summer. Is that clear?" She tells me in a Stern voice. 

"Then why are you making me go?" I ask. 

"Because it's important that you have a healthy relationship with your father." She sighs as if she has told me this a million times before which, she has. 

"Okay have fun. I love you." She says hugging me. "Stay safe." I watch as her car pulls out of the airport parking lot. After I go through the airport security, I quickly find my seat on the plane. Just my luck a middle seat. Please put me in between to hot guys. Please put me in between to hot guys. I think to myself. An old lady sits down on my right and a business man on my left. He kind of in a way makes me think of my dad. The two hour plane ride goes by in a blink of an eye. When I get of the plane I search for my fathers face, 

"Finley?" A taxi driver asks. "Finley Peters?"  Gosh why do people keep calling me that. 

"Yes?" 

"Your father sends his regards he was in a meeting that he was unable to get out of." I follow him to the taxi. We soon pull up in to your typical LA mansion. I don't know why he has a house so big he is the only one that lives here. And most the time he is not even home. I find a note sitting on the counter top. 

Dear Finley, 

I will be busy working late to night. Don't wait up." 

Dad. 

AGAIN WITH PEOPLE CALLING ME FINLEY. MY . NAME. IS. FINN. 

I wonder up to my room. I sit in the big room all by myself. I was actually really looking forward to seeing him. I should of known that he would not of cared enough about me to show up. I sit in my bed room and try to muffle my tears although no one in here to hear me sob anyway. 

*** Okay so I don't know how I feel about this fan fic yet . so we will see how it goes.  Enjoy! 

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