Miles from Home

Chapter 2: Finally Moving!

I finally finished packing my bags, and I gave my customer (the guy who was buying my apartment) a call. "Hey Louis, the house is all packed up!" I said when his phone went to voicemail. "I'm leaving now, so it's all yours. Enjoy life in Lillipond!" I hung up and got into the car, my high heels clicking at each step I took. Time to get the hell out of this place!
I drove for hours and hours until it became dark. I figured it would probably be smart to stop and spend the night somewhere, so I found a Marriott hotel and rented a room. I know this all sounds like I have a lot of money, and that's pretty true....but it's not from waiting tables. When I was 14, my parents died in a car accident. My grandmother and grandfather took me in and raised me for the rest of my teenage years, and once I turned 18 they let me get my own apartment. All the other money is from my parents. After they died I got all of it since I'm an only child. I have been saving their money for quite a while for something I'll need it for, and I've finally found something I need it for: an escape from this shitty town.
It's not that I don't love the place-I grew up there, so I will definitely miss it-It's just that I'm so tired of it! I'm done with it all. I want to be like those girls in the movies, who go out for a new start in the big city and meet their "true love" or whatever other shit happens to them. But that sounds a lot better than my situation.
I walked into the lobby and immediately got some looks. I have to admit that I am really pretty, but I don't want to brag because that makes me sound like a bitch. I have brown hair, tan skin, and blue eyes. But I knew that wasn't it. I looked at my outfit and understood why. I was wearing a crop top and jean shorts, and pretty much every other person in the room was wearing suits and designer outfits. I probably looked like a whore to them. Oh what the hell? Why did I care what they think? I walked confidently up to the check in desk. "Hi! Can I get a room?" I asked an overweight lady with greasy hair who looked like she was 100% done with life. She sighed loudly. "What's your name?..." she said in the most bored voice I had ever heard in my life. "Amanda White." I said, trying not to laugh. She reminded me of a character from my favorite TV show, Lost in the Big City. It's about a girl who adventures out to New York by herself. I smiled. That's basically what I'm doing! Well, except for the fact that I have no idea where the hell I'm going. Or where the hell I am!
"Here's your key." said the lady. "May I see your ID?" I took it out and she grabbed it out of my hands. "Where are your parents? Shouldn't they be chaperoning you?" she asked. "I'm nineteen....and my parents are dead." I said, and she handed me my ID back. "I need to scan your credit card now. We will charge the room cost and all of the room service you get." She scanned it and handed it back, and smiled the lamest smile I've seen in a long time. "Enjoy your day." she said. "Not with you up my ass...." I thought, smiling to myself as I walked away.