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 .


4. Starting to find my way then

The room was very cozy. It still feels very empty ,I left everything back in California such as my bed, my dresser still filled with most of my clothes and my favorite green moon chair that i would fall asleep in after a rough day. But I dont regret coming here at all. London is a dream. I feel free.

I desperately need a job and today i will get one. I'm realizing just now how busy this city really is there are people on their phones while they are speed walking past big crowds and right across streets. I decide to take the bus down to a local shopping center its about 7 minutes away from the apartment. I first check Topshop but they said you have to be 18. My second choice was Jack Wills but they were not hiring. I tried 5 more places without luck. I walk into the Starbucks to get a caramel frappuccino. I get the rink and sit in a very comfy red velvet chair. "I CANT BELIEVE YOU I THIS ! HOW COULD YOU MESS UP THIS BAD" I hear from behind the counter. "YOUR FIRED" the man yells. I turn around an see a very upset looking boy running out the door.

"great, where are we going to find someone for the easter rush on such short notice" the man says. I get up and walk to the counter an say "excuse me sir". "Yes" he says sounding like he is annoyed. "I would like to work here" "Oh thank god just fill out this application an you have the job". I went back to the red chair,filled it out, brought it up and was given a uniform "you start tommorrow".

I got one thing taken care of now i just need actual furniture, sleeping on a floorbed is only fun as a child. I get my mail on the way in. As I was sitting on the floor going through the mail. "To the resident of apartment 102...". I'm 103. I guess i'll go give this to my neighbor.

I wonder what they are like is it a boy,girl or family. Maybe they have dogs or cats, yeah probably cats i never hear barking. What if they are mean, I hope they're nice. All these thoughts ran through my head as i walke the couple steps next door.

I banged on the door and waited. I looked at the ground then i heard someone say "hello" he had a cute british accent "hello i got your mail by accident" I looked up an gasped "thanks,by the way my name is  Louis Tomlinson".


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