Chapter One: Brings me back.

Home again; Angelina didn't know what to do with herself. It was yet another Thursday night she was home by herself, bored out of her mind. Her Los Angeles apartment was quiet with the atmosphere of loneliness. But, what's new?

She was stuck desperately watching re-runs of Pretty Little Liars. Her best friend was out partying, like she always did—leaving her without any company. That, of course was up to her. Angelina wasn't really the type to party with celebs in exclusive clubs, get drunk, or be involved into one night stands—though she could with the snap of a finger.

She glanced around her girly adorned master bedroom scanning every picture, replaying every memory behind it. She attempted to keep herself occupied during the two in a half minute commercial break. She couldn't listen to another tampon commercial.

Angelina glanced down at her pet cat, Wolfie to see what he was doing. As usual, he was lying down staring around. She always wondered what went through that animal's mind, but shook off the thought as she adjusted her position on her bed. The cat jumped up on the bed and looked at her with his big green eyes.

Boredly, she scooped the cat in her arms. It made her feel a little less lonely, but not enough to fill the void. Angelina smiled as the cat played with her heart shaped 4 karat diamond necklace with his little paws. Before she could do anything else, the cat snatched up the necklace off her neck and ran out the open door.

"Wolfie!" she called after she finally realized what the cat has done, running at a decent pace following the six pounded animal. After all, he couldn't have gotten that far.

"That damn cat of mine" she muttered after looking in the bathroom for the cat.

Angelina halted as she heard a noise come from the next room. There he goes.

Moving slowly, Angelina felt like she was in one of those Angelina Jolie action movies when she's escaping from some abandoned place where she was captured in.

Not even turning on the light in the half sized junk room, Angelina slowly opened the door while looking slowly … for dramatic effect. How did he get in here? She wondered as she realized the mini door. She still didn't see to point to it since it was somewhat a storage room.

She finally turned on the light to see the cat looking innocently at her with the necklace standing before him. They studied each other for a couple of seconds. Before Angelina could attempt to make a move on the cat, he ran out the room dropping the necklace. At least he was smart enough to know he was in trouble.

"Sometimes I wonder…"

She walked over to where the cat stood, retrieving her necklace, when her eyes wondered on a big half empty cardboard box. It was filled with more stuffed animals and old things she never really got to unpack when she moved here three years ago. She held it closely, taking in the scent of it. It smelt of how it did when she was home.

A little smile grew on her face as she dug through her old memories. The grin had gotten bigger as she pulled out a pink shimmered book with a halo on the cover. It read Angel.

My old diary.

Angelina dug into the box again to find the key. After finding it in the back of an old stuffed animal, she walk back into her room reading some old entries. Ahhh, memories.

She let out a little chuckle after she skimmed through the entry after her first date when she was 14.

She grip tightened as she came across the last entry in her diary. It was dated October 17, 2005 when she was 18. Angelina read slowly then turning the page.

It wouldn't hurt the try an old habit over again,she thought.

October 8, 2010

Dear Diary,

Wow, haven't really written in a diary in a while. I somewhat forgotten the purpose of one. A lot has changed over the years. All for the better, some for the worse. Yada, yada, yada…

Well I'm 23 now. Yea, I know all grown up. I have my own place and my own life. I guess I'm my own woman now. I'm not that same girl from Tampa anymore. I moved on to L.A with a heart full of dreams. I'm doing something for a change, not walking around on a beach everyday chasing my life away. I got new friends, a new style, pretty much a new life. And I like it.

Melina is at the club, again. I didn't want to go. Then again, I never do. I don't know. It's just not my thing. I'm still single…like anyone wants to date me anyways. I know there's nothing wrong with me—hell, I'm close to perfect. I guess there's something missing. I did meet a guy, we dated for a year or so, but we split a while back ...meaning two years ago. I always had a feeling it wouldn't go far anyways. I guess I finally learned the lesson of life life, huh?

This really wasn't as fun as I thought it was 6 minutes ago. I guess I'll see you in another 5 year, maybe by then I'd have a more exciting life…

Angelina re-read her entry and closed the book, putting it away. She sighed and glanced over at the clock.

10:02.

Angelina wasn't even the least bit of tired. Her mind raced for a couple of minutes.

After minutes of staring into space, she dreaded herself as she slipped into jeans, heels and a black tube top. Picking up her keys, she found herself walking to the door, opening slowly thinking about what she was about to do.

I'm 23 remember? She tried to convince herself as she walked to her pink and black BMW. She slipped into the car, putting her purse into the passenger seat. Starting the engine, she gave it one final thought. It was about time I started acting like it.