looking for a star. -jahseh onfroy-

chapter one.

indya

*ring*

I rolled over and silenced my alarm. The time was 4:30. My flight to Miami left in a hour. My parents have been divorced since I was in third grade. I'm nineteen now, so it doesn't really bother me as much as it used to. Up until the split, My mom, my dad, and I lived in Miami. Afterwards, my dad settled in San Francisco. I'm going to visit my mom, but I also have a modeling gig in Hollywood, Florida. It's all the way across the country, I know, but it would give me a chance to see my mom for the first time in 10 years, which is good enough for me.

I got into my bathroom and started getting ready. I would be on a plane for most of the day, and my mom was really the only person that I would be seeing today, so it didn't take very long to get ready. I hopped in the shower, and then threw on some joggers and a white tee with some nike slides (outfit in mm), then threw my hair in a messy bun. I grabbed my luggage and headed downstairs. My dad was already in the car, waiting for me. I'm a perfectly functioning adult and all, but I'm still a daddy's girl so I couldn't really argue when he asked to drive me to the airport.

"Indya, baby, you got everything?" he asked.

"Yes, daddy" Like I said, daddy's girl.

"What about-" I cut him off.

"Extra money in case anything goes wrong? I got it, don't worry." I said as I rolled my eyes, smiling. He started to pull out of the driveway slowly. "Wait," I unbuckled my seatbelt. I forgot my meds on the counter. I'll be right back." I got out of the car and sprinted inside. I grabbed all of my medicines, taking a mental inventory. Antidepressants, check. Anxiety pills, check. Vitamins, check. Wait...oh, Birth Control. Aaaaaand check.

After my parents split up, things started to spiral and I wound up with depression and anxiety, and they just stuck with me, even when things were better. And as for the birth control, it's always better to play it safe than be sorry. I headed back out to the car and put my medicine in there after taking one of each. I got back in the car and shut the door. "Okay, that should be everything." I stated. He backed out of the driveway and headed towards the airport. I texted Ski to let him know I was on my way. We've been bestfriends since kindergarten, and we kept in touch after I left for Cali. He used to give me updates on Jahseh, a guy I had a huge crush on.

I dunno though. He's probably changed a lot, last I heard, he was involved in fighting and drugs. After I left, he was pretty depressed on top of everything else that was going on in his life at the time. We never talked after the split, though. I still miss him if I'm being honest. But I'm not even sure if I'm gonna see him while I'm there. I made sure I had plenty of extra time to catch up with my mom and old friends, so I might.

"Well, here we are, kiddo." My dad said as we pulled up to the airport. I gave him a quick hug before I got out.

"I love you so much, I'm gonna miss you. Call me!" I waved to him without looking back, because I knew I would cry.

"I love, you Princess, I will!" He yelled after me.

I entered the airport with tears in my eyes. Some of them were because I was gonna miss my dad, and some of them were because I was going to see my mom and I missed her sososo bad. My phone dinged, and it was Stokeley. That was Ski's real name, but since he started rapping on SoundCloud, he asked me to call him Ski. I still called him by his real name sometimes, though. Just cause I could. I was the only one who he would let get away with it.

Ski was like an older brother to me. He was the one who always talked me out of suicide and cutting. I love him so much. He takes care of me. He protects me. When girls from my old school in Miami were talking shit, he set those bitches straight.