Chapter One:
"Hey Hun, how's everything going in L.A.?" Charlie asked, Charlie is my dad, he has been calling me very ten minutes to ask the same question, and I always give him the same answer, "Everything is fine Dad, I'm almost to my new apartment, you and Mom don't have to worry about me I'm fine."
"Okay well your brother wants to talk to you, here he is." I heard shuffling on the other side then my brother's voice, "Bellsy!"
"Ha-ha. Hi Em, how are you?" Emmett was my best friend but we were practically brother and sister and so everyone called us siblings. My real brother's name was Jasper and my sister's was Rosalie, they were Renee's kids, Charlie and Renee got married about the time I was a junior in high school, Renee had been recently divorced and her and Charlie fell in love and got married and so now I have a step brother and sister.
"I haven't been to well."
"Aw Why is that Em?"
"Cause you're gone and Jasper isn't any fun to hang around when you aren't here and Rose is...well Rose." He sounded sad.
"Em it'll be okay, you'll be here soon right? Then we can hang out, you three can come and live with me if ya want." I really did miss them, a lot.
"That would be great Bellsy!" He said, "Hey Renee wants to talk to you so I'll talk to you later Sis."
"Bye Em, love ya." I talked to Renee for a while then I told her I had to go because I was already at the apartment and needed to get everything settled.
I walked up to the front of the apartment building, took a deep breath and entered. The lobby wasn't so bad but it wasn't first class either, the carpet was from the sixties at least and the furniture looked liked it hadn't been dusted since the turn of the century. I walked up to the run down receptionist desk and asked for my apartment key and took the elevator up to the top floor. When the elevator door opened I stepped out, the lights in the hallway were flickering and the carpet was ripping at the edges and there were holes in the wall, okay so this place was definitely worse than an okay place.
I looked down at my key and read my apartment number, 612, great the last room in the hallway. I turned the key and unlocked the door, I stopped inside and immediately brought my hand up to my nose, it smelled as if something died in here! I turned on a light and saw how run down the room was, the couch was old and torn, the tables were broken, the carpet had stains on it, the TV. Was small, and there was no door to the bathroom or bedroom, what do they expect me to not have any privacy?
I took out my cell snapped a pic of the run down apartment and sent it to Em: This place sucks! Don't tell Charlie or Renee. Promise?-B
Two minutes later I got a response: Do you want me to send you some money?-EM
No I'll be fine for now, but if you do come and stay you're gonna wana stay in a hotel.- B
HAHA-EM
I didn't respond to him, instead I put my bag on the couch and turned the lights off and went outside for a walk; the apartment building was really close to the beach.