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I loved the little bit of input I received from my readers after the first chapter… I'm hoping to delve into the intended story line a little more in this chapter. Please review or PM me if you have any suggestions, I'm open to any input.

~~~Maddie~~~

"What the hell is going on here!"

I had arrived to LA in the middle of rush hour and was experiencing my first traffic jam. Stuff like this generally didn't happen in Grand Rapids. Guess I'd just have to get used to it. I was starting to think that bringing my car out here was pointless; we already had my mom's car out here and if traffic was like this every day, there was no way I was going to drive to school every day. At last I came to the exit, Torrance Next Right. I suddenly felt unsure about all of this and instantly wanted to turn around and head back to Michigan.

Why did I even agree to this? I didn't want to be an actress anymore because I had seen what happens to those girls as soon as they "make it" and I didn't want that for myself. I wanted to be happy with myself and comfortable in my own skin.

There was one thing that I was having a difficult time swallowing though. I missed my old lifestyle. I missed partying on weekends and getting straight As during the week. I missed keeping my parents completely in the dark with everything that I had done. I was afraid though. I didn't want to get raped again, or anything even close to that. I never wanted to fall into that situation again for as long as I lived.

Flashback:

"Rosalie, if you can't talk to me about these things then how do you think that you are ever going to feel any better about it" said my mom. She liked to think that she was always right but really she had no idea. "Mom, I can't talk to someone about it that doesn't understand. You can swear to me up and down that you know what I'm going through and that you understand, but really you haven't got a clue. You don't know how it feels to be stripped of your dignity by guys that you don't even know. I feel used and dirty. I feel like I will never be right again. Mom, one of my best friends is dead from that night! Becca can't shake anything from that night and will probably be crazy forever; and Kara is so brainwashed by the church that she probably won't ever speak to me again. Now how again did you say that you can help me?"

End Flashback

I had come a long way since then but nonetheless, I still had a long ways to go. I was ready for this though; I was already enrolled at Embry High School and planned on starting along with the rest of the student's tomorrow morning. My mom didn't think that my starting right away was such a good idea but I wanted to embrace every chance I had at making new friends, especially since it is my senior year.

As we pulled into the driveway of our new home, a smile grew upon my face. It was bigger than our old home, and it was just beautiful on the outside. The garage was two stalls, one for me and one for my mom, a mid-size in ground pool in the backyard, and a deck that went off of both bedrooms on the second level; I would have my own balcony!

I began unloading my car and dragging my things up the stairs. Both rooms seemed to be the same size, and both had their own bathroom, so I had no reason to choose one over the other. I ended up choosing the one that faced the backyard, thinking that it would be better for privacy for tanning and such. As I stepped out on my balcony and looked towards the west, I saw a house with a balcony similar to mine right next door. On the deck stood a very pretty girl by the looks of things; I called out to her in an effort to become friends. "Hey!" I called.

"Hello" she replied.

"I'm Rosalie" I said.

"I'm Alice" she said back.

Then she said, "Hey meet me down on the lawn between our houses, it looks as though our mothers have already met so we might as well join them."

I went downstairs and out the front door to meet the others in the side yard. Just as I rounded the corner I was captured by the beauty and poise of the girl from the balcony, I instantly knew I had to be best friends with her. She smiled and walked towards me, arms open for a hug, "Hello Rosalie, I'm Alice. Now we've formally met." She laughed.

She seemed like a very giddy person. I knew I would get along well with her and our mothers seemed to hit it off so it was obvious that we would be spending time together.

Alice asked me towards the end of the conversation if I wanted to come hang out with her and her friends when I was done unpacking. Anxiously I answered with a "Heck Yes" and we took off in her Pontiac Sebring just two hours later towards downtown LA.

We chatted about anything and everything on the way to wherever it was that we were going. She was good, but she was bad. She was everything that I wanted for myself. I had to get close to this girl. I had to be best friends with this girl if I was going to achieve my goals for moving here.

She pulled up to a small parking lot near what seemed to be a private beach. We walked toward the water and were approached by two extremely gorgeous boys, guiding us the rest of the way with camping lanterns. Around the fire were a couple of scattered twelve packs of random alcoholic beverages, Marlboro Menthol Lights, and a small bong and weed.

It was then that I knew that I'd found my best friends in LA. They would help me get right again.

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Love,

Maddie