When You're Gone
The party that stood before your eyes was getting more and more intense by the second. You stood there, almost paralyzed, watching the commotions. The kissing, the dancing, the breaking of your family furniture and decorations, the emptying of your liquor cabinet. This was all too much to handle and you had no idea what to do.
Half of these people were here because of your so-called friend who called them. Another portion- because of the fact you live next door to a famous celebrity family and they were trying to get their attention.
And you knew none of them. You hated the fact that you moved to L.A. Out of all places in the world, and you had to move here.
Out of all neighbors in the world, and you had to have the Gray family living in the mansion next to you.
Little did you know that your good-girl attitude was soon to disappear quickly. Your straight A's would soon subside. Your clothes would soon shorten in length and class. As hard as you are going to try, you don't know that nothing is going to save you from becoming one of them.
After all, it is Hollywood.