Don't Wanna be Alone {Ronnie Radke Fanfic}

Chapter 1

 Los Angeles, California, the place where everyone wants to be famous. Whether it be you were an upcoming artist, an aspiring actor, or just being a celeb on the Internet, tv, or any other way, this city was the place where you wanted to be. Heck, where anyone wanted to be. You could start fresh from wherever you came. Seeking success was actually easier here. Plus, you were in one of the most populated cities in America, everything and everyone seemed to be there.

 That was exactly what Miss Priscilla Conningway wanted. A new life, new friends, everything new. She just wanted to get away from her past and find a new beacon of hope for her life.

 Of course, everything with a blessing has a curse. She was going to be away from the most important person in her life: her beloved mother, Annie Conningway. They were talking about Ms. Conningway moving from the southern state of Louisiana to the West Coast, but money was a problem. Priscilla moved with most of her life savings, but it wasn't enough to cover the cost of being supported and to bring her mother here.

 Priscilla was daydreaming about her new life while she was in the smooth-moving taxi cab bringing her to her new house. She was thinking about having true friends who would stick up for her no matter what, a big success in her new occupation she would land in, and finding true happiness. She was imagining everything she wanted but one thing:

 Love.

 She shook her head and scowled to herself. No, she didn't need that right now. Maybe it would be possible-

 No, Priscilla. We're trying to get away from your past.

 In no time, the taxi man stopped the car in front of the small house. It wasn't fully a brickhouse, but there were bricks used in building some of the walls outside. The other parts of the wall and the roof were of a navy blue color. It must have been painted years and years ago due to the fact the color was fading.

 Priscilla stepped out of the car and grabbed her luggage. She started to make her way to the house when the taxi driver shouted to her, "Hey! No money for me?"

 With a huff of aggravation, she dropped her bags and furiously searched for her wallet while making her way to the cab. "Is this enough?" she asked trying to keep her cool and sound politely.

 The dark tanned driver took the wad of cash and counted it, stroking his brown, thick beard. "Eh, this'll do." he said sounding satisfied. "You want any change back?"

 Priscilla just shook her head and gave him half of a smile. "Nah, you can keep it. Use it as a tip or something."

 The driver took off with cab without even bothering to look back at her and say thanks. "People these days." she grumbled grabbing the rest of her bags and making her way to the white, wooden door. She got her keys out of huge purse with less difficulty than she thought she would. She jammed the key in the keyhole and opened the door.

 Taking the key out, she closed the door and dropped all of her bags inside. The house was an inheritence from her grandmother and grandfather to her parents. Since the incident with her father, Priscilla and her mother lost most of their money and plans to move in the house were postponed. Now, Priscilla was able to at least move out her, unfortunately without Ms. Conningway by her side.

 The house wasn't very big, only a one-story house. It had a master bedroom, another bedroom, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a small backyard, and an attic. It wasn't like what most people dreamed of owning in L.A., but this was all she had for now.

 Right now, Priscilla's main goal after arriving was to find what would be her bedroom and take a power nap. The trip from the airport to the house was not only long, but it was also smooth and relaxing.

I can take a detailed tour of the place tomorrow.

 Since there wasn't many windows in the front of the house, the big, empy space leading into the hall was very dark, but she didn't manage to find a light switch.

 Priscilla walked down the hallways noticing the ugly gray and white striped wallpaper with pink flowers on the top section of the wall. The bottom section of the wall was the same pale pink as the flowers. "Gram and Gramps obviously didn't realize what's subtle and what's just plain ugly." She said to herself aloud.

 The first room she saw in front of her was the kitchen. Just like the floor of the hall and probably to everything room besides the bedroom, it had a sand brown and white tile pattern. The refrigerator was white, the sink was of stainless steel, the cabinets were wooden and light brown, the small dinner table was like the cabinets with four matching chairs, and the countertops looked like it was made of quartz. There wasn't a dishwasher or microwave or a toaster, not surprising for old-fashioned people. What is a surprise is the fact they have a refrigerator, which I guess is probably the only one they thought that was the most important.

 Walking out of the kitchen, she passed up the living room and entered another hall again. Surprisingly, she opened the door to find the bedroom on her first try.

 Without turning on the lights, Priscilla plopped herself on the bed with a bounce. She rested her head and closed her eyes smiling.

 Life is going to be so much better now.

 But this house is really gonna need a makeover, seriously.

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Hey, guys!

Chapter 1 already done!

Sorry if it got boring or anything, especially with the kitchen part. I thought it would be important as an author to try to give you an idea of how it looks...

Even though ya'll probably don't care.

Just letting you know, I am not updating daily (even though this is what it looks like so far).

You know how difficult that is?

I gotta make a game plan for each chapter!

So, uh, anyway! Sorry if there wasn't much action, really. I'm trying to keep a pace.

Please read and vote and whatever else you can do!

Bye!!!