Struggling to be me

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I had got away from England, I was on the plane (on my own of course) and on my way to LA! I was ready to start again, leave my old life behind, and most importantly, not let anyone know that I was gay! That was gonna be hard enough, and I had never been to a school in a different country before so it could go awfully. after the 12 hour flight in my mums private jet I arrived in LA, as soon as I got off the plane refuelled and took off again, I was completely alone in the huge airport. My mum had hired a maid to look after me in LA and she had bought me a house... I just had to get there, so I flagged down a taxi and paid it 30 dollars to take me to Beverly Hills where my mansion was waiting for me. When I got to my mansion the maid burst through the door onto the hall where I was standing, she was a short but skinny blonde woman and she only looked about 21 or 22.
"Hello master Baxter"
She said as she straightened her dress
"Welcome to your new home, my name is miss smiths but you can call me Lucy"
"Thanks" I said "and please, call me
Luke"
She nodded and then we went into the main room, which was absolutely huge, it consisted of a kitchen, dining table, a sofa and a tv.

"I have something to say master Baxter, I mean Luke"
I Listened close, for I didn't know what she was going to say, "your mum told me you liked cats, so I got you one as a gift because I know moving to a different country must be hard"
I was so surprised that I said nothing
Lucy asked me if I was alright,
"Yes I'm brilliant, thank you so much!" I said,
"No problem" she replied with, it was only then when I noticed her American accent. I knew we were going to be good friends.