Addicted

Chapter One

Jamfest.

Chapter One

Kimberly's P.O.V

Its been a week since my mom, dad, and I had just moved into our new house here in Los Angeles, California from Tampa, Florida. My step dad, Willy(32) was born and raised in Paris. He's been a model for quite some time and his manger thought it would be a remarkable idea if he would just move to Los Angeles, only because half of the work and jobs that he sometimes has to travel to are here in Los Angeles, California. Not only has he been an all time model, but he's also been pursuing his career in becoming a house music DJ. My mom, Jessica(26), on the other hand, was born and raised in Vancouver, Canada. She is 2 months pregnant, which I'm excited for only because it's been a difficult time for her and my step dad to have a child. My mom is currently a singer/songwriter with three albums out so far, but she decided to slow the singing down due to her pregnancy, but knowing my passionate mother, that doesn't slow her down from writing songs for other artist in the music industry. Not only is she busy doing that, but on her free time she is a psychologist. She helps people with physical, emotional and mental disorders by resolving their crisis. My mom and dad are so inspirational to me. We've been through so much together to where it feels like nothing is impossible to achieve or overcome, they have honestly been the best parents any kid would love to have. Me on the other hand(17), I'm feeling a bit down from the move only because I miss my best friends so much! We literally almost did everything together. Moving to LA was one of my fantasies! I always dreamed about moving to Los Angeles! I always thought it would be with my best friends, Vivian, Nicole, Carter, and I, turns out its not with them, well for now its not. My ex, Austin and I dated for two years until I caught him with some random girl and coming to find out, he's been infatuated with this girl for a fucking month. My dad tried to warn me about him, but I didn't want to believe it. I was too naive at the time, and I didn't think anything about it. Boy oh boy, I should have listened to my dad. I have made myself two rules for now on.
Rule# 1. No relationships. No emotions.
Rule# 2. Don't get attached to somebody you could lose.
The root of suffering is attachment.

"Why are you just sitting here alone?" My mom came into the kitchen. I was currently starring off into space as I was sitting at the island in our kitchen.

"Oh, Um, I'm just thinking." I sighed with a smile.

"About what?" She poured her a cold glass of water.

"Everything." I sigh and push my hair back.

"Well how about you go out tonight, Its not like you have anything else to do."

"Go out? With who, mom?" I rested both of my elbows on the island counter top.

"How about you call your cousin, Jane, and see what she is up to tonight...Trust me go out, meet new people." 

"Ugh," I pouted. "I miss my old friends."

"I know you do, but you have to find new friends. I mean who knows next time you go and visit your old friends they might act a little different towards you." She shrugged her shoulders.

"They will never do that, mom." I giggled as little strands of my hair fell in my face.

"You never know. Your closest friends can change." She kissed my temple. "I'm going to go get cleaned up. Your father will be home shortly."

"Ok." I yelled from over my shoulder. I pulled out my phone and clicked on Jane's contact. The last time I was here in LA, I hung out with her and boy oh boy, did we have fun. After three rings she picked up.

"KIMMIE!!!" She yelled threw the phone almost blowing my eardrum out.

"MARY JANE!" I shouted back. I got up from the stool and went upstairs into my bedroom that I've grown fond to over the past few days.