It started at hello

Hello this is a story about a girl named Bryelle charlotte Joseph , who has gone through alot and is facing these issues terribly . She makes some bad choices but she has a chance to get back on her feet and turn her life around but then she meets someone great, she needs to explain to her family why she did the things she has did but she needs to choose wisely .


3. An arrival

       The plane landed, and I was terrified. After all the bullshit from home, I finally got away from it, but where do I go from here? I got my luggage, and got a taxi. "Where are you going?" the british accent caught me off guard. I forgot I was in London. "Ummm. . . " I didn't know how to answer. "The nearest hotel, please." I said and he set the meter, and started driving. He pulled up to a very fancy- looking hotel, with people who helped you out of the car and took your luggage for you. They put my things on a trolley and pushed it behind me as I walked up to the check in desk.

      "What can I do for you?" an older women asked me. "Can I have a room?" The women looked confused, but started clicking the mouse, and said "Single?" I answered "Yes, please." One final click of the mouse, and she reached for a card, and handed it to me. I reached for it, but before I could grab it, she pulled it away from me. "How are you paying?" she asked, so I reached towards my pocket, and got out one of the credit cards. After she swiped the credit card, she handed it, and the room key to me at the same time. 

      "Your room is on the third floor, room 15." she explained to me as I recieved my room key and I grabbed my luggage. 

     I was alone in the elevator, which gave me time to think. I needed to find a place to live. I thought maybe a nice apartment in London. The elevator doors opened and I walked to room 15. I slide my card and the door opened.  It was really nice. There was a kitchn, bigger than I expected, My bed was huge, too. I walked in and set my things onto me bed. I opened my bag, and put some sweat pants on. I was hungry, and there was a resteraunt in the hotel, so I got my wallet, and went downstairs to eat dinner  

    After dinner, I came up, turned on the television, and got in my bed. I wasn't really paying attention to the show that was on, I was mostly thinking about my mom, and dad, and school. I don't have to worry about my parents fighting, or abusing me. The bully, she won't see me ever again. I checked my cell phone, and my mom left me over 50 messages. I deleted all of them, before I even read them. I decided to call it a night, so I turned off the tv and went to bed.

      When I woke up, I got dressed and was out the door, to sightsee my new home. I didn't know where to start so I just started following the crowd of people. I decided to check out some apartments while I was out, too. After half an hour of just taking it all in, I see a complex that has a sign that says "Rooms Avaliable" so I walk in to see if I like it.

      Most rooms were taken, but there was one apartment that was at the end of the hall way, which was for sale. When I walked in, it was huge. You walk right into the living room when you open the door. It was the size of my hotel room. The kitchen was off to the right, and it already had a refridgerator, oven and stove, and dishwasher. I asked the relator how much it was. She said it was 1000 pounds a month. I figured I could get a job, because I could pay for the first two months.

     "I'll take it!" I said, excited. After signing some paperwork, and shaking a hand, I had bought an apartment. If only I had knew how much it would change my life.



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