Chapter 3: Santa Monica, California

      It wasn"t a long trip but its wasn't a short one either, maybe an hour. Give or take a few minutes. I was glad to be away from my dad though. Any longer and I would have probably turned the wheel into traffic killing us both.

      At least i had a whole isle to myself. My music was blarin. And there were so many miles between me and my dad.

      And like I said it wasn't a real long trip. I basically got on then off an hour or so later.

       Im just glad I haven't told mom i was coming here. She"d have a b***h fit if she knew i was flying by myself.

“Crystal black please come to the main desk. Thank you.”

What the hell did I do? I haven’t even been here for five minutes yet.

I started towards the desk, stopping at least a good 3 feel away and checked my makeup. Then I pulled my shades down covering my eyes.

“You called?”

“You have a rental waiting out front for you.”

“Thanks.”

I grabbed the keys and walked away.

            “Crystal black please come to the main desk. Thank you.”

What the hell did I do? I haven’t even been here for five minutes yet.

I started towards the desk, stopping at least a good 3 feel away and checked my makeup. Then I pulled my shades down covering my eyes.

“You called?”

“You have a rental waiting out front for you.”

“Thanks.”

I grabbed the keys and walked away.

            Now let me find where Jay is. Wait I should know this by now. The library. Which is where? Maybe I should find that Stop and Shop I here is so great here.

            I hate it here. You cant find a damn thing in this huge a*s city. The only thing your able to find is the beach.

            Beaches. Why do people go there? I mean honestly all your asking for is skin cancer. And lets face it, tans aren’t that attractive. But I guess airheads and jock” whole life revolves around them.

            I guess Goths are the smartest species of humans around. We only wear a few colors, we don’t really care about our clothes, and our hair is always spiked or down. Our make up doesn’t have to be perfect.

            The other species are so much more complex. I mean we don’t really show our emotions. And if we get dumped we write a poem and get over it.

            Now emo’s they are most likely the second smartest species. I mean they are in some ways like us except for one major thing. We don’t cut and cry all the time. We can handle pain they cant. We can live without family and friends they cant. Get it?