A/N-So, people seem to like my story, if different is a good thing. Please review!!!!!! I love you all. And guess what, A NEW CHAPTER!!!!!

CHAPTER 2: Crappy Apartment.

I woke up and looked at my watch. 1:37. Great! I thought. I was percisely 23 minutes away from my life. I sat and watched the view. And soon, I saw it. The HOLLYWOOD sign. Maybe I chould take a picture in front on it. Send it to Jean. She would surly love that! I said still in a very giddy mood. But then I realized, the sign was too big. Oh Well. I'll get her back somehow.

When I go off the train I grabbed my duffel bag and went into the train station. I grabbed a map of the area and headed out into the streets. I followed the map to a resturant, commonly known as McDonald's. I could eat here now, since I wasn't on a strict diet. I goblled down two double cheeseburgers with everything on them. A large fry and a large sweet tea. When I finished I looked at my map for the next exciting thing to do. I looked up and saw a guy that looked familiar. Wait he was John Travolta. He was fat and ugly now, but it was him. He saw me looking at him and he smiled. I smiled back. I grabbed my camera phone and walked up behinf him in line.

"Look, I'm sure you get this all the time and are tired of it, but could I get a picture wiht you?" I asked polietly.

"Sure," She said to me wth a smile.

"Great, thanks!" I said. I stood next to him and held out the phone and clicked hte camera button. When it was done flashing I tunred the phone around so me and can you believe it John Travolta were looking at the picture.

"Cute," he said hten turned back around minding his own business.

HAHA! Got you know Jean!

"What do you think of it?" Maryanne Evans asked me. She was a realtor. I was looking for an apartment.

"Looks...fine," I said. The place would be beautiful if it was painted and refurnished. But, it was the only aartment within my budget at the moment.

"Great. Come with me to sign the papers and you'll get the keys

"Yes Ma'am," I said following her out of my new home.

So what my home was crappy. It wa something. I had just gotten a job at a resturant called Venucci's. It was in teh heart of Hollywood right down the road from my apartment. It payed well. 12 an hour for the first month. I worked 56 hours a week. So, I could afford rent. I sign ed the papares and got the keys.

As I walked I let my feet take me. I didn;t use a map or anything. I just went. It was dark by now and I had to be at work at 11. Which was in exactly 12 hours. But I reslly didn't care. Soon I was at a fashion show. I walked in and had a seat in the back of the room. Well, it wasn't a seat for very long. I had to stand on the chair just so I could see. I looked around. There were a ton of famous people here. Then I saw him. Mr. Roadamon. He was the director to the commercial. He was only three rows infront of me. I got down off the chair and made my way up to him,

"Mr. Roadamon?" I said standing nexst to him.

"What o you want? I know you from somewhere!" he said.

"Yes, I was in that hot sauce commercial you shot in Freemont," I told him.

"YES! And you stole that horse yesterda!" He said.

Great! Rumors are already going around. How am I gonna get myself through this one? "Yes sir. Look, you remember that offer you gave me after the shoot?" I asked him.

"Of course. Did you want a job?" he asked.

"Well, actually. I just moved here today. And I would love to be in a movie or something," I said attempting to sound intelligent.

"Meet me tomorrow at 9 am. I'm starting a new movie next week. And I need a girl like you as the lead. Plus you look great kissing on camera," he laughed.

"Well, were should I meet you. I have to be at work at 11," I told him.

"Hmm, I'll come to your place. Where do you live?" he asked and begna shouting for the next outfit.

"The Evergreen Apartments," I said.

I layed in bed that night thinking about everything. I wanted so badly to get back at Jean. I don't know why either. She was the one who alwasy said that I would have a place at Raintree. But now I was regretting everything that I was doing. I looked at my phone when it began to ring. It was Matt. I didn't want to talk to him. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I just got into a movie. I was going to become famous. It was what I can't here to do, right? Then why was I feeling so guilty about it? I just lost everything I ever had. I would have been better off living on the streets than feeling this bad about myself.

I grabbed the necklace that was hanging around my neck. Junior had given it to me for my birthday. God I missed him. I should have went with him. But when I saw him last night I told him that I never wanted to see him again. Why was I always pushing him away.

A/N-Yeah, so this story officially sucks now. I'm sorry. My sister is coming home in an hour and I am side tracked. I think it will get better when she starts the movie. I;m so sorry yall. You don't have to even review on this one. Though it would be nice if you did.