I finish the book and threw it against the wall. How could they not tell me this? I mean sure I never contacted them when I was in Hollywood, but they could've at least written a letter saying that there was another guy who came and died, and Johnny killed a soc. 

I buried my face in my pillow. They're terrible friends.

I grab my suitcase and put all my stuff back in it and stomp downstairs.

"Where are you going?" Asks Mom.

"Back to Hollywood." I grumble, about to slip out the door. "I definitely don't belong here."

I run to the airport as fast as my legs could take me, my suitcase flying behind me. I bought a ticket and was on the next flight out to LA.  

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I'm so sorry it's been so long and this chapter is so short.

Writers block.

Love ya!

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