I ran. I couldn't take it anymore. I dreaded being in there every second of the day. I swung the back door open, knocking over a trash bin in the back. I hopped over the short, rotted wooden fence, and ran. The tall grass hit my legs, making it harder to run. I push myself to keep going, as my life depended on it. I had already been exhausted. Being beaten and kicked around isn't the easiest thing in the world. My whole life I managed to live in there, with out ever thinking I would escape. No one would adopt me. I mean, who would? No one wants a raggedy, prissy, teenage girl. I hear yelling behind me as I struggle to take every step. I finally reach a building, that leads to an ally way between the different shops and restaurants. I casually walk, trying to hide the cuts and bruises on my arms. As I walk, I take in the noise, that I hadn't heard in years. Not since I was 6. I'm 15 now. Older, yet helpless. I turn a corner, and surely enough, I'm on Hollywood boulevard. The thin air smelt crisp, and the smell of pizza hit my scent. I loved it here, and I hate how I've missed it. I get lost in my thoughts as I walk. Suddenly, I hear yelling.
This wasn't rare in Hollywood, for people to be yelling at each other was normal. But it was different. A man was taking to someone...that wasn't in the presence of him. Like he was talking into a phone. The yelling became louder and louder, but I tried to drain it out. I looked at the ground, passing the pink sparkling stars. I recognized some of the names like, Tom Cruise, Johnny Cash, and Micheal Jackson.
"LOGAN WATCH OUT!" I hear as I run strait into someone, and stumble onto the ground.
I get up and dust off my clothes. I look up and see a tall, blonde man with beautiful blue eyes staring at me.
"Are you okay?" He asked. "Did I do that to you?" He pointed at my black eye. I had just got it recently, because a girl named Taylor Pratten took all of her anger out on me in the orphanage. She practically did it every day. Every chance she got,she hit me, kicked me, and punched me. One time she even stabbed me with a sharpened pencil.
"Oh..I'm fine. And no." I say as I brush my hair behind my ear.
Another tall guy, this time with brown hair, ran up to us.
"You guys okay?" He asked.
"Yea we're fine." The blonde one says, still making eye contact.
"Well we got to get back into the Yeti. Your audition is in 10 minutes." The brown haired one said, pointing to a big white car. It looked like a Jeep, but I don't really know cars that well.
I admired their T-shirts for a minute. The blonde one had a red v-neck on, with a white bird on it. The other one had a black-ish grey hoodie, with the same logo, but covering the whole front of the shirt, instead of just in the top left corner. Before I could ask what it meant, they were gone. I hadn't really thought anything about it at the time. Just an incident. It happens to every one.
I didn't really know where I was going. I had no money, or no way of transportation. The only thing I had was my picture of my parents in my pocket, and a couple granola bars. At the orphanage, that's all we got to eat as a snack. I kept a couple, knowing I was going to escape. I looked at the sun, it was about 1:45 pm. I was starting to get hungry, but I would have to wait until I needed it. Food was scarce and I knew that.
"EMMA LEE BENSON! COME HERE RIGHT NOW!" I hear a voice yell.
It was Ms. Hager, the lady at my orphanage that took care of us. Well more made my life miserable, but I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for her. At least she fed me and the rest of the orphans. She had two tall, strong men at either side of her in black suits. She was a frayed old woman, hunched back, about in her 60's.
My first instinct was to run, so I did. I ran so fast, my brain couldn't comprehend what my body was doing. As I run across Hollywood, I see a crowd of people in front on an apartment building. The only chance I have is to hide. I run into the group, disguising myself. I hear a, "Where did she go?" From one of the men. I see the three scurry past. I take a moment to look at the people surrounding me. Most of them are children, about 8-16 years of age.
There's more girls than boys, but the guys looked pumped up. I contemplate their outfits, as most of them have shirts with the same logo the man I ran into had. The bird must mean something. I mean, it's on shirts, hats, hoodies, some kids even had backpacks with the logo. I turn to my left, to see a girl, probably around my age, craning her neck around the heads in front of her. She was obviously looking for someone.
"Who are we waiting for?" I asked her.
She turned to me and smiled. "Logan Paul. Haven't you heard of him?" She asks.
"No. I was just seeing what everyone was standing around for." I say and shrug my shoulders.
"Have you been living under a rock?! Logan Paul is like the coolest person of all time!" She says enthusiastically.
"So he's like...famous?" I ask.
"Duh." She says in a playful tone. "You should stick around to see him!" She says. I think for a moment.
I mean, the old witch and her body guards are probably still looking for me, and I have nothing else better to do, so I answer with a confident, "Sure." We wait for about 30 minutes and no one showed up. Well no one famous at least. A few people joined the crowd, and some kids left with their mom pulling their arm, and saying what a waste of time that was. As the half hour past, the girl and I made small talk. We told each other our names, age, and where we came from. I'm normally not social, but with her, I feel like I can be myself. Her name was Victoria, but everyone called her Tory. She was 16, and lives in L.A. I told her I was in an orphanage, and she didn't really react how I thought she would.
"Wait...the orphanage right outside of Hollywood?" She asks.
"Yea...have you been there before?" I ask.
"My little brother was adopted there." She says excitedly. "His name is Liam." My heart sank when I heard his name. I hadn't seen him in so long. He was my best friend. He was only 11 when he got adopted, now he's 14. The last time I saw him was when he came to visit me at the orphanage. You're not really allowed to visit people, but because he was adopted into a rich family, he bribed Ms. Hager about $500. Of course, she let him come up to my room. He walked in on me cutting myself on my wrists. Blood dripped onto the floor as I looked at him in shock. He had grown up so much since he was young. He took my blade and put it in his jacket pocket, and helped me wash my arms.
~Flashback~
"Why do you do this to your self?" Liam asked.
"I can't stand my life here. Someday I'm going to run away and never come back." I say crying.
"What if you get adopted?" He asks me, gently washing off the blood on my arm.
"I won't. I'm too ugly, fat, old, and useless for anyone to adopt me." I say, playing with his hair. I'd admit, I had always had a crush on Liam, but it's weird for girls to date younger guys, at least that's what Stacy Tarper told me. She was my only girl-friend I had in the place. We weren't very close like Liam and I were, but we talked.
"You aren't any of those things." He said, drying the water on my arm.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
After a few hours of talking about his new home, and family, he left. He told me he would visit soon, and that soon turned into never. I haven't seen him since.
~End of Flashback~
"Do you know him?" Tory asked. I clicked back into reality.
"Y-yea. He was my best friend." I say.
"Oh cool! Maybe sometime you could come ove-" she gets cut off by the screaming crowd. I turn around to see the same blonde haired man I ran into. For some reason, my mind didn't connect the dots before, but now I understood.
"Hey Logang!" He said, holding up a camera to us. All of them were screaming, including Tory.
"LOGAN!" The group screamed.
"Hey guys I was just at an audition, that I crushed, because Ima savage." He said, switching his focus to the crowd, then at the camera, that was now facing him. There was a small girl with them, probably shorter than me. The guy with brown hair nudged- what I assume to be Logan Paul-'s shoulder, and pointed at me.
"Are you sure that's her?" Logan whispered to the guy. I saw him mouth the word "yea." Logan turned the camera off and just stared at me, like he wanted to say something. Suddenly, the noise of the crowd died down, and soon everyone was staring at me.
"Do you know her Logan?" A boy yelled out.
"Y-yea." He said.
A/N
HEY GUYS!!!!! I'm so excited to write this book!! I really like Logan Paul and I hope everyone else reading this does too! Leave a comment of what you think so far and give me feedback! I love to see if you guys love the book, or if I need to do something better. BYE IM OFF TO WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER PEACE!