Life with the Ross's

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Chapter one

"Stupid stupid Alarm" I muttered. Today was the day I was moving to West Hollywood to live with my moms best friend Christina Ross. Yes, Christina Ross. The one and only wedding dressdesigner. I grabbed my laptop from the side and Googled 'Christina Ross and family'. My god. What a beautiful family, All 7 sons looked hot, Jesus Christ, what is their fathers sperm made of? Magic?? Damn it

 I continued scrolling down the page, looking at more and more pictures at different A-list events, Red carpets. Damn, they had it all- they certainty lived a privileged life. After what seemed like 10 minutes of stalking, I shut my laptop and got up from my bed. Opening the curtains of my bedroom I looked outside. "This is it" I said. You know, it only took one phone call for my life to turn around. I was only starting to get comfortable in my life, it took me nearly 3 years to get my life back together, to feel confident and to love myself again. 3 years! It feels like those years have been a waste, why do the bad things only happen to me? As an only child, all these years if felt like i could only talk to one person, I could only relate to one. God. Although, my mom is not religious at all, nor have i been brought up in a religious environment i have always 'believed' of a creator. Sometimes at night, I get flashbacks of what happened three years ago... It leaves me shaking every single time. I'm a strong girl. Every time I feel empty I always say to myself: "Keep your head held high Xena, God is testing you through the bad days, it will all be better one day... one day"

I instantly snapped out of my daze and wiped the tear which rolled down my cheek.

"Xena!" My mom shouted from her room

I groaned once again taking a huge breath "Yes mom"

"Your flight leaves in 4 hours, Get ready and bring your suitcases to the front"

I grabbed my dressing gown from the hanger and power walked to the bathroom. After what seemed like an hour in the bathroom i stared in the mirror, almost in awe of my reflection. My loose brown curls definitely contrasted with my porcelain like skin. "The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen."

― Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

I was wearing my favourite leather leggings, and a basic mahogany red tank top which was exactly the same shade as my lipstick. I pulled on my leather jacket and put on my heeled boots. I was definitely travelling in style.

"clack clack clack ..."