Beverly Hills was hot. I wasn't really used to this weather, because Kansas was a lot colder. I'm assuming the people acted different to. From what I've heard, around here everyone's snobby, and spoiled. I really wished my dad hadn't picked here to go. I didn't even want to be an artist. But, I couldn't hurt his feelings. I mean Jalyssa doesn't listen to him, so I guess I feel I have to.

I entered the apartment my dad had reserved for me in advance with surprise. I had to hand it to him, it was really nice. It had two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room, and a kitchen, bigger than most. My Aunt Jenna's apartment only had one bedroom, a small bathroom with no bath(just a shower), and a kitchen. So this was paradise. I set my two suitcases down and looked around.

The apartment already had everything. It looked like my dad had someone make it a suitable living establishment. My dad was a big, fancy, lawyer, who was filthy rich. My mom left him right after Jalyssa was born, and Jalyssa didn't trust him, so he was always sending me places, trying to get me a career. I don't think he quite understood that I was nineteen, and could get a job on my own. I mean if Jalyssa would talk to him, she could easily get that acting job, that she so desperately wants. Honestly, she needs him a lot more than I do.

I checked the clock, confused by the time zone. It was 1:09 A.M. Shit. I had to be in that art class at 7:15 tomorrow morning. I took a shower, put on some pajamas, brushed my teeth, and jumped into bed. But my brain wouldn't let me sleep. I kept thinking, my mind kept spinning. What if the teacher embarrassed me in front of the class? What if all of my classmates were artistic geniuses? Around 2:15 I finally fell asleep, still wondering about tomorrow.