Chapter 3: Departure Day

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  Finally, the day I've been waiting for! We had an early flight so I woke up around 4am and left the house around 5. We drove to the airport for an hour then went through that whole long ass process of sercurity and all that other stuff. We fi ally made it through security then before I knew it, it was boarding time!! Once we got on the plane  I could hardly sit still. I had 5 1/2 hours of quiet plane ride time to think about my whole trip. What if I meet a celebrity? Or a director sees me and wants me to be in his movie? What if my life long dream of acting finally comes true! After hours of just thinking over scenarios of meeting famous people in my head I finally fell asleep and before I knew it, we landed and I was skipping out of the airport in the beautiful Los Angeles weather. Oh my god the second I stepped out  outside it was gorgeous!

Palms trees left and right, clear blue sky, bare legs everywhere! Simple beautiful. Sadly my moment to take it all in was ruined. My parents and I made our to the rental then the Beverley Hilton Hotel. It was a long morning so as soon as we arrived to our room ( which was so fancy by the way) I crashed on the comfiest bed ever.
  
While I was sleeping let's just say I had the best dream of my life. I was walking around Beverly Hills and a person was following me. I tried to walk faster and turn as many corners as I could to lose him. Then as I walked faster he walked aster too. Soon enough, he was right behind me. Suddenly he grabs and pulls me inbetween two buildings. He starts kissing my neck and my chest furiously. I try to prt him off of me and I shock myself. Was this actually happening? Was this actually who I think it was? Dylan! Dylan O' Freaking Brien! I let him do what he wants to do to me. He makes his way up to my lips and I feel his hand go up my shirt. In a flash we are on the ground and I start to take hold of his belt. He rips off his shirt and.... " Victoria! Victoria! Wake up!! It's 3pm don't you want to go out and do something?" Ughhh. Curse my mom for waking me up from my Dylan dream.
   So, I get out of bed, getting dressed fixing my hair, and keeping every second of that dream in my mind.

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