Ella walked slowly through her now empty apartment, everything of any real value had been sold and the rest had been packed and sent for save keeping with her aunt in London.
Tomorrow morning she was leaving for Afrika, to start over, not knowing if she would ever return, but she hoped that if she did, it would be when she were long forgotten.
The money were gone, she had been young and naive, doing stupid things, she could have had so much if she had just been sensible, now she had nothing.
Ella slowly walked to the elevator, putting on her shades, breathing deeply, knowing what would be waiting outside, but this would be the last time, from tomorrow on, she would be a different person.
She pushed the double glass doors open, walking out in the hot LA sun, they were there waiting, the paparazzi.
The cameras flashing, people screaming her name, all wanting her to look at them, to know where she was going, what she would do now. She didn't answer, just kept walking, her head bowed, sliding into the waiting car.
The car pulled out, driving to the airport, this night would be her last i LA, maybe forever and her last night in luxery.
The next morning, when she got out of the shower, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she look scraggy almost anorexic, now she didn't have to fight her weight anymore. Ella pulled on a pair of cut of jeans and a tank top.
Before she left the room to get to her gate, she pulled the blonde hair into a ponytail and covered the famous green eyes with dark shades. She hoped she would get through the airport and onto the plane without anyone spotting her.