I feel someone shake my shoulder. " Miss wake up"
" Hmm, Where am I?" I yawn
" Darlin your in Venice California!" The lady laughs
" Im in what?!?!" I shout! How the hell am I in Venice, wasn't I just in Los Angeles? How did I get here?
" Darling are you alright?"
" Uhm umm-" I blink, please tell me this is a dream.
" Are you okay?"
" Umm... Yes? I swear I was just in Los Angeles with my mom and we were in-" ohhhh, I kissed my teeth. Stupid therapy.
" Wow Los Angeles? Are you sure your alright? Are you lost?" I hear the lady ask me. Wow she sure asks alot of questions.
" No, no im fine" I lied
" Oh okay, if you want I could give you a ride back to... Los Angeles?"
"No, no its alright but thanks for the offer" I smile at her and walk away.
Jesus where am I? Why didn't i just say yes to her offer and let her drive me back to Los Angeles, but then again she might have been a kidnapper... what the hell am I saying, I just kept walking having no clue where im going, I smirk at whats infront of me.
"Just what I need." I walk into the gym.
" Welcome, do you want to take classes?"
" No i just want to use a punching bag" I tell the guy who looks like hes in his late 20's
" Ok ma'm , umm do you want to take the medium or small punching bag?" Is he serious? I look at him and lift my eyebrow
" I think i'll take a large one" I smirk
" You sure?" he asks me
" Yep" I tell him
" Okay then follow me" I follow him and walk into a room full of punching bags. SWEET!!
" Okay so be carefull" he tells me
" Yeah yeah, I'll be fine" I roll my eyes. As soon as he leaves I stare at the punching bag.
" This one is for you... father-" I scoff as I put on the boxing gloves and begin to punch the Everlast bag " - screw -you -Dillan!- screw- you -Anne!- screw- you- Sam!- srew-"
" Damn so many screws?" I get interupted, I huff
" May i help you" I rudely say back
" No need to be mean" I roll my eyes
"Tough Day?" he asks me
" You could say that" I shrug
" You might wanna punch softer, If you keep punching that hard the poor bag will get destroyed" I roll my eyes.
" It a punching bag, It's ment to be punched, plus its an everlast bag, their strong" I tell him
" You sure like rolling your eyes dont cha? Names Conrad."
"Okay?" I look at him not sure to why he's telling me his name.
" Really your not even gonna tell me your name?" I roll my eyes
" Heaven" I fake smile and get back to punching the bag.
" Boyfriend?" I hear him ask me
" What?" I ask him getting annoyed.
" Is that what's got your knickers in a twist? Boyfriend drama?"
I laugh " No I dont have a boyfriend, and Knickers really? What your british?" I continue punching the bag.
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Life's Not A Fairytale
Teen FictionThere was once a little girl, the only thing she ever saw were rainbows, flowers, unicorns, and a bunch of other bull crap.But you know what they say about happiness "Happiness is only an illusion, they only let you be happy when they're planning to...
