My Story

Chapter1:Me

"Where do you want the boxes?" The mover asked.. I pointed to the dining room table before  smiling.

I finally moved into my dream place, Chino Hills California..

I run to the kitchen sliding on the wooden floor untill I get to the glass door.

I then slide open the glass door to the terrist and look out into the beautiful California city. 

breathing in the fresh nature-smelling air.

Im finally 19, and have my OWN aparement... Im hoping it will help with... well... lets just say, other types of memories..

I slip off my sandals and feel the cold floor on my feet.

Hmmm, Im going to need some chairs out here...

and maybe a grill, wait, I dont grill! I chuckeld to myself.

I dont speak though.. I only think... its better if I dont speak.. besides, I like being in my own bubble its comforting enough for me.

I feel the cold breeze slightly hit my face. I smile and close my eyes lightly. Im going to love it here.

I took a deep breath, Taking in everything around me, my thoughts, the move, And beautiful Clifornia.  I feel my smile get wider.

This is a new beginning, A fresh start, and now I can finally be happy. 

after a few more minutes of sitting out there I grab my shoes and go back inside.

"Alright miss, thats all of the boxes, you just have to sign here" the overworked man said while pointing to the blank spot on the paper.

I feel bad for him.. I can tell he works a lot...

I grab the pen and sign my name before giving the man a $40 tip.

I can tell he really needed it because he gave me a wide smile and a honored hug. 

It feels nice to help people who need it. because then something always happens to YOU in return.

I give the worker a quick smile before he leaves and slide into the kitchen.

its fun to have wooden floors.

now I have to unpack.

I think I should start with the Kitchen and work my way back

or I could start with my bedroom and work my way forward.. 

Ill just start with the kitchen. it has the most to unpack anyways, and If I leave it for last I'll already be exausted from the other rooms that Ill be too lazy to unpack it.

I take the hairband off my wrist and put my thick brown hair into a messy bun. 

I bite my lip.

this is going to be a long day.

I grab my phone and scrool through my music untill I find a reasonable song.

I stop scrolling when I find 'Miss Independent' By Ne-Yo and turn it on before hooking it up to my speekers. 

I hum to the music

Ooo theres something about, just something about the way she moves, I cant figure it out, theres something about her.

she walk like the boss talk like the boss, manicure just to set the pedicure off.

shes fly effortlessly, she made for a boss, truely a boss, she got me thinking about getting involved.

and thats the kind of girl I need, she got her own thing, thats why I love her, Miss independent; wont you come and spend a little time?

I hummed while opening all the boxes and unpacking the kitchen.

by the time I was starting to unpack my room it was already dark outside.

I need to go get food.

I grab my purse and head down for the lobby, there are diners close to the lobby.

once I got down to the last floor  I heard a Lot Of screaming and shouting girls.. I looked out the window and saw them all crouding the stadium next to my apartment.

confused, I turned around and headed back for my apartment before spotting a brownhaired boy sneaking, he was sneaking by me like he was some sort of robber.

I gave him the 'Are you crazy?' look and stepped away.

he then calmed down and took a deep breath. almost like he was releaved.

"Oh im sorry, I thought you were a crazy fan" He chuckeld

fan?.. what is he a celebrity.

I gave him a confused look

"do you know who I am?" he asked

I shook my head no.

Who is this guy?...

"Im Cameron, you know, Cameron Dallas"