Amelia has always been told that she 'will never amount to anything' and 'will always just be a damsel in distress'. But what happens when she makes it to the big apple and starts her singing career? Its Amelia versus the world, as she is 'Just A Girl'
This is the day. I'm leaving for New York. I get up and change into this: http://weheartit.com/entry/23526042/via/marie_oberholz and grab my bags. Luckily, I live in a condo a block away from the airport. I walk over and check my bags. Three and a half hours later, I board the plane. I hate airport security. They tried to say my ring was a weapon. Seriously? They let me go through after fifteen minutes of arguing. After I boarded, it was another twenty minutes before we took off. I instantly fell asleep since I was running on three hours of sleep.
"Hello folks, this is your captain speaking. Three minutes till we land; please remain seated." I hear crackle over the speaker thingy. I sit up and rub my eyes.
"Scuse me Lady, what time is it?" a teenage girl asks me. She looks like I did when I was 16. Brown hair, blue eyes, skinny, tall. Wow. What is she doing here alone?
"Um, it's 8 am Missy." I smile, gazing at my watch. "Where are your parents, if you don't mind me asking?" I frown, seeing no one in the seats next to her.
"New Jersey. I ran away." she frowns, almost inaudible. She ran away?!? Wow. This girl is crazy.
"You just ran off? Why?!" I ask her sternly. She looks down, then out the window, sighing deeply. We sit there for a couple minutes quietly. "Hey, do you have somewhere to stay tonight?" I pull out my apartment keys and look at her.
"N-No." she sniffs. Aw, poor thing. She reminds me of myself two years ago.
"Um, you wanna stay in my apartment? I have an extra room." I look out the window and place my keys in my lap.
"Heck yeah! I mean, if it's not a bother." she smiles and looks down. Her parents had to have been doing something to her. She's wearing a turtle-neck and shorts. She has to be trying to hide something. "Oh and I'm Rochelle, but call me Rocky." she laughs.
"Its totes okay girly. Love the enthusiasm. My name is Amelia by the way." I smile. The plane lands and we stand up. "So, how old are you? I'm 18 and a day." I smile and grab my bag. I see another bag that looks just like mine. It's the smaller one of the set it comes in, but mine is with my friend who is in Botswana.
"I'm 16 and a day. That means we have the same birthday! YAY!" she laughs. Rocky grabs the bag I was looking at. Wow, she could be my twinny. "Look, we ARE twinnies!" Rockylaughs, pointing to our bags.
"Haha we are! This is gonna be fun!" I smile. Rocky looks at me questioningly. I hope she doesn't think I'm crazy. "Living together Silly!" I laugh and she smiles. We get off the plane and head to baggage claim. All of a sudden, Rocky hugs me tightly. "Hey, what's that for?" I smile and pat her back.
"For finding me." she whispers. I hug her back and we let go when we see our bags. Again matching. "You, my friend, have amazing taste." she grins.
"I know right? You do too. Lets get going. You prepared for a walk?" I smile.
"We're not taking a taxi?" Rocky looks at me surprised.
"Nope." I pick up my bag and start walking. Rocky grabs hers and follows.
"AWESOME! Goin green!" she laughs. This girl is so much like me.
Fifteen minutes later we arrive at my penthouse. "WOAH, A PENTHOUSE?!?" Rocky gasps. Obviously she lives in a small town. I see the wonder in her eyes and smile to myself.
"Yup. This is where we shall be living. I worked three jobs a day for three years. Let me tell you, it wasn't easy.I had to take my classes online, which you shall be doing until stated otherwise." I open the door and Rocky follows me in.
"Cool." she whispers, awestruck. Wait until she sees her room. The whole time we are in the elevator Rocky talks my ear off. This girl can gab. Just like me. :). This is gonna be the best.