𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

2

"Bye dad." I shout from the front porch, carrying a box full of my stuff. Yes, a measly box. I look back at the house. What was once a lovely white painted house now was a coat of white paint threatening to tear off of the walls. That was one place I wouldn't miss.

"Just get out already." he groans. Even when he was sober he was a jerk. I was glad I was moving out.

"Yeah bye." I shout, walking further away from the house. I walked to the main road and hailed a cab to the airport. Before I give the box to the check in counter, I take out my bag and put my valuables into it, before checking it in.

•

Here I was, back on the train. The last time I came to Hollywood was by train, which took me practically the whole day. The train finally came to a stop, the doors slid open. I walked out of the train station and looked around.

It took me a while to find the place, but eventually I found it. I had already met up with the landlord and he had given me the keys. I shoved the keys into the keyhole, jangling it and turning it before the door swung open. In front of me stood an empty apartment, but at least it wasn't nothing. I looked around and started thinking about how I was going to furnish this place with the money I had.

This was going to be a long weekend.

•

I had to take money from my dad, who was of course paying for everything. I guess he wasn't that heartless. I walked around the rooms, surveying my work.

I had spent the whole week furnishing the room and getting my life in place. The end product wasn't that bad. A two bedroom apartment was really big, and was really hard to furnish. I had already planned what I was going to do long ago but it was still hard.

I checked my phone, it was a funny gadget, which I had already set up. First day of school would be in a week, which I had already prepared for. What could I say? I was a perfectionist.

I hoped school would be fun. Who was I kidding, anything was better than the place I used to live.

•

I pushed open the doors. My eyes slowly drifted around the room. The walls were painted with different things that were obviously painted by the students. This was an art school, after all. The lockers were multicolored. Every single locker had a different design on it.

I was going to have to work my way up in this school.

•

I exited the office with my timetable and locker assignment. I declined the tour, wanting to see what wonder held this school for me. Sophomore year had just started, and I stuck out like a sore thumb. I didn't wear anything cool, none of my features were that good for me to stick out, and I was a nobody here.

The bell sounded, it's ringing echoed throughout the hall, signaling that I had the start walking to class. I looked down at my timetable. First period of the day, Mr Sikowitz's class.

I wandered around the halls aimlessly, trying to figure out where my class was. I bumped into a boy with fuzzy hair and glasses, holding a puppet.

"Hi there, can you tell me where Mr Sikowitz's class is?" I asked politely, not wanting to give off the wrong impression. If there was one thing I didn't want in this school, was a bad reputation.

"Hi, uh, female- Oh, of course! I'm heading to his class right now, follow me." he said, changing his speech when the puppet hit him across the face.

"Robbie, if that's not how you pick up girls." the puppet says, opening its mouth at the appropriate times and shaking his head. I was amazed.

"You know ventriloquism? I've never met one before! What is it like?" I asked, bombarding him with questions.

We kept walking to class, and he was looking more uncomfortable by the minute. I couldn't blame him. I was asking him questions about him and I was a complete stranger.

"Uh, actually, Mr Sikowitz's class is just down the right now. Goodbye!" he says rushing off. What a weird kid.

I strolled to class, taking my time. By the time I got there, various different students were already rushing in. Well, I had better get a good seat. I rushed in as well, accidentally bumping into a boy with thick, dark, rich and wavy hair. He may have been good looking, but I wasn't going to fall for this kid. I'm not some girl from a cliche movie.

"I'm sorry, can you please get out of the way?" I asked in the most sarcastic way possible. The only reason why I bumped into him was because he was blocking the aisle.

"Don't talk to my boyfriend like that." a girl walks up to me. The girl in front of me had brown hair with colored streaks in her hair. She had different piercings and tattoos all over her. Her eyes were a blue-green. She was really pretty.

"What if I want to?" I mock her. I knew it wasn't going to be a good idea to mock this girl, but I knew that if I did successfully, I would get a lot of satisfaction out of this.

"She's got fire in her. I like her." she replies with a smirk on her face.

"Ava Paige." I say, sticking out my hand to her.

"Jade West." she eyes my hand suspiciously.

I put down my hand, knowing she wasn't going to shake it. She seemed like she could be really mean, so I made a mental note to stay on her good side.

"Are we going to ignore me now?" the guy in the middle jokes.

"Yes." we say simultaneously. I glare at him and take a seat. Mr-pretty-boy was dating Jade, so was the end of something that never started.

"Hey." apparently the boy couldn't take a hint.

"Bye." I replied, waving my hand back.