Seven Days Later.
Days passed and neither my mother of father had found me, I was beginning to wonder if they even noticed or cared, at the moment, it didn't matter, I just had to move from town to town, I was on my way to Hollywood, on a train, my head was scabby, I'd managed to get stitches from an off-duty nurse, she was a bit off and told me how to take them out, she was sweet, but then I realised she thought I was older than I actually am and came onto me, luckily a homeless person saved me. I itched at the stitches, as they began to feel better, I remembered she told me I could take them out tomorrow with a pair of tweasers or something.
"Next stop, Hollywood."
I grabbed my bag and waited for the train to stop, I hated trains with a passion, but they were my only way to get around, and hitch hiking wasn't such a good idea, since Hollywood was a big city filled with criminals and psychopaths. But there were also alot of celebrities aswell, and with luck I might meet one. Doubt it, but atleast my parents couldn't get me here.
The train stopped and I was the last to get off, as I saw alot of interesting people waiting by the station. As I got off, I bumped into alot of speedy people and even got groped a couple of times, I was in a big hurry to get out of the train station, I'll tell you that.
I walked down the street, looking for a job, I was fifteen after all, so I could get a job at whatever, aslong as I got quick money and a place to stay. I hugged my bag and looked around, it was late at night and there was alot of lights, I imagined Vegas was like this place.
A car stopped up next to me and I froze, it was a limo, I've never seen one close up before, it was sweet, the back window rolled down and revealed a familliar face, an elderly yet handsome man I'd seen somewhere before, but not sure where I'd seen him before, his mouth opened.
"What're you doing on the side of the road at this time of night, kid?"
I looked at him, then at my bag,
"I-I guess, I just got here like two minutes ago so, I'm looking for aplace to stay at the moment."
He raised a brow at me as he opened the car door and slid over, patting the seat.
"H-Huh?"
"Oh, my name is Mr. Reiner, don't worry, I won't bite."
Rob Reiner! That's it, he's a director, of course he won't bite he's an amazing inspiration, stupid!
"Of course, sir."
I hopped in the vehicle and pressed my bag against the leather seats. I looked over at Reiner and smiled as he patted my head,
"So, where are you headed, little girl?"
The car pushed off and I was handed a bottle of Soda. I thanked him and took a sip.
"Well, I'm not sure, actually, just going moment to moment I guess."
"I see, and your guardians of such, they're waiting for you here..?"
I frowned, of course not, why would they? I bet they're happy I'm gone.
"No. Just me, sir."
"Call me Rob."
I looked up shocked at the elderly man at his request. I nodded in reply,
"No, Rob. Just me."
I suddenly saw a grin cross his face. Oh Christ, he is a creep! What do I do? Shit, shit, shit!
"Well, umm.. Uhh,"
He placed his hand on his chin,
"You know, I don't believe you've told me your name, yet."
I smiled lightly, sparkles in my eyes, I clenched my fist infront of my face and sobbed happily. He wants to know my name! Me, Bo Margera, no way!
"My name is Bo."
"Bo?"
"Bo."
We laughed at my name, my real name was Bowaka but my nickname was Bo. Bowaka is just.. Just.. Just retarded. I blushed at my name, giggling to myself,
"Well, Bo, are you interested in the film industry?"
I gasped at his question, and before I could answer, bang.. I'd passed out.