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Chapter One

Here is everything I know about California: It has the best beach! or so my friends thought. I barely know the place, although I have at least the idea of what is the purpose of going there. Escape. It's summer though so we're planning on going there for about 2 weeks, I guess. This is my first time going to places without a family member and that's 100% freedom. Insisting and persuading my mom to go there is a killer, and honestly I'm a young-adult I can make decisions now for the first time since I was born.

I was born and raised in Oregon also known as the Beaver State. My life is there, my family is there. But one thing for sure is I hate the place.
People know me by my physical  appearance and I hate it. They thought I'm some kind of an introvert kid and jejune. I'm not. I'm just a misfit. But I have friends and they are just like me but in a radical way. Yey! Weird right?

When I was in fifth grade, my mom didn't come for PTA, that's when I realize that it's no important thing to my mom, I'm not important. As a giddy girl I am back then, all I did that half the entire time was sulk in my room, probably planning on moving at a young age, ha! That's the thing in us, when we're angry we made decisions, bad one. I didn't consider her feelings right there and she told me that she didn't feel well so I'm upset and little relieved. I couldn't blame her, raising a child alone is not the best thing in parenting. Damn my sperm donor. It's all his fault.

I was just done doing house chores while my mom run some errands so I decided to call Stacy and inform her that I'm finally going to this life changing trip. Images of me learning how to surf, getting my pale skin tan, drinking alcohol for the second time, (my first one was back when that cool kid in my physics class invited us to his huge house, mansion I preferred, and honestly that was not so bad for a first timer caged girl that I am. But the headache sucks.) flew through my mind. This is going to be epic!