The Right One

Chapter 1

Dallas to LA.

How bad could it be?

Changing states.

From a state with surrounding farms and tall skyscrapers towering just right to spot the sunrise every morning peaking into my window waking me up. Sounds great? Right, I know. It's beautiful.

Waking up to a bright sky. Looking out of my window seeing galloping horses all over our ranch.

I am gonna be a country-ish girl in a sun-kissed-perfect-body-perfect-smile city, Los Angeles.

I hate when I get labeled as the orphaned girl. Living with who ever she gets a chance. Unfortunately nobody wanted me. Yeah didn't expect that, well nobody did...

A year ago the most terrible thing happened to me and now I am leaving my home of 17 years.

I am unhappy and devastated that I have to leave home but maybe I would fit better in LA.

People always made fun of me because I was different and the day they heard what happened they called me horrible nicknames insulting me left and right. None of them sincere or supportive. Friends my ass. Best friend - two faced. Boyfriend - not worth shedding a tear. Even though we were together for a year and a half.

I am in a way happy to move to LA because it means a fresh start. A new life. No one needs to know my past. No one needs to pity me. Because in a year's time I have become an outcast, the weirdo, a name no one wants to be associated with.

I finally got tired and had enough from all the name calling and embarrassment. Being tired of being in foster homes.

I called the only person I could turn to in need. My mother's best friend. She was like a second mother to me. She knows me inside and out. She is whom I am moving to in LA.

She adopted me after she heard how miserable I was. And I am glad to be getting out of this miserable place. I am gonna miss the view from the ranch or foster home I lived in with the beautiful horses and sunrise.

I was the perfect candidate according to the woman who made me do all the interviews with different couples all around Dallas. Yet they never wanted me because I am to old.

I mean who wants a 17 year old foster kid when you can adopt a baby to raise as your own.

I look at the view for one last time and take my already packed suitcase with all my clothes in. I didn't have much stuff that wasn't already shipped to LA to Daisy, my mother's best friend.

I only had my suitcase filled with clothes, cellphone and cellphone charger, toothbrush and hairbrush, shoes. Mostly just the essentials.

I walk down the stairs. Walking past all the rooms still filled with kids. Great kids who deserve the best families possible.

I see Stacy standing at the door. Waiting for me. When her eyes locate me she smiles. I walk up to her and she then says ,"I waited for the day you would leave this door. Finally be happy. Be yourself, embrace who you are and the right people will come into your life. The tragedy that you went through shouldn't be experienced by anyone let alone someone as young as you. You are still fragile I can tell but you are much stronger then you were when I first met you."

A single tear escapes my eye and I put my suitcase down and hug Stacy. She hugs me back. After a while she let's go and I lean back and say ,"Thank you for everything." She smiles and says ,"It's a pleasure. Now go on before you miss your flight."

I rush out and get to the one thing I still have of my parents. The car they gave me on my 17th birthday. A Golf GTI 8. A gift I would definitely use and treasure it the best I can.