okay here's chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Mitchie you're not leaving are you?" My little 8 year old brother, Nate asked. "Dont worry...I'll be back!" I said. I was going to a senior party, and I was told to grab the alcohol. I only did this stuff to fit in...be part of a group. You know. I know it wasn't the real me. I tucked my fake ID in my wallet and grabbed the extra car key to my parent's car. I climbed out from the window and got in the car. I started the car and drove to a nearby liquor store. Nervously I waltzed inside and grabbed a 24 pack of the cheapest beer I found. I went up to the cash register, and put the beer on the counter. The cashier rung it up and asked for my ID. Me being only 17 and not even supposed to be drinking, gave him my fake ID that told people I was 25 year old, Candace Williams. I paid and left with the beer. I drove to the party.

"Hey Mitchie." My friend Saige greeted. "Hey Sai." I greeted. "where do you want this beer?" I added. "oh just put it on the table." Saige said. I went towards a food table with Saige following behind me. I sat the beer on the table. I grabbed one. I turned around to come face to face with my "boyfriend" Matt. "Hey cutie." Matt greeted. "Hey baby." I said. I opened my beer and took a drink.

About four hours later, I saw red and blue lights outside the house...Cops. Disoreinted and confused, I showed Matt the lights. "Hey everyone, Cops!" Matt screamed. Everyone started scattering and going out the back door, to not get caught. I stated running. I dropped my beer too. A cop gripped onto my hand. I was caught. "Matt." I yelled. Matt looked back in my direction but only looked, he soon started running again. 

I was taken to the police station and was sat down to talk to a cop. "Hello Mitchelle." an officer said. "Hello George." I greeted. Back when my dad was on the force this dude was his best friend. "So how are you're parents doing?" George asked. "good...I guess." I said. "Good." George said. "Do your parents know you were at that party?" George asked. "They wouldn't have cared...they're too busy getting high and sticking needles in their arms." I said. "Okay, Mitchelle." George said. "Mitchie!" I exclaimed. "Mitchie. I have a foster family you can live with." George said. "What about Nate?" I asked. "He can handle himself." George said. "You are the one we're worried about." George said. I sighed. "So when do I leave?" I asked. "Tonight. You'll get to LA in the morning." George said. "LA?" I asked. "Yeah they live in a 2 million dollar beach house mansion." George said. I smiled. "Time to go get your things." George said. I followed George and his cop buddies to a different cop car.

George drove to my house. I walked inside, putting my key on the coffee table. George caught up with my parents while I went into my room to pack up. "Mitchie what's going on?" Nate asked. "Oh Nate, I'm gonna' be away for a little while." I said. Nate's eyes got all teary. "Nate it's okay...I'll write, I'll come visit. Don't worry, I'll be back soon!" I said. I gave my brother one last hug and shoved everything in my suitcase. Not that I had too many things. Just about three shirts and two pairs of jeans, and a pair of converse. I walked back out with George by my side.

He shoved me back into the car and he drove to the airport. Where I would get on flight 432, to LA. "Mitchie, I hope to see you again!" George said. "Yeah...whatever!" I said, getting out of his car. I walked into the airport and sat down in a chair. "Flight 432 to LA is now boarding." a lady on the intercom said. I grabbed my suitcase and went through the metal detector. Since 9/11 they've been really careful about stuff like that. I boarded the plane and found my place to sit. "Hollywood, here I come!" I whispered, looking out the window.

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okay. Here's Chapter 3!

Chapter 3

The next day, The oldest son, who's name I found out was Danny, told me he'd show me around the neighborhood. "Okay so you're Mitchelle?" Danny asked. I nodded. "Unfortunately!" I said, embarassed. "Well, you'll like it here. You used to be a hard partier right?" Danny asked. "Yup." I agreed."Well this neighborhood has a lot of parties." Danny explained. "Okay!" I said, not really caring. "So how can you put up with your mom?" I asked. "Oh...I don't know. Someone has to!" Danny said. "yeah." I said, sarcastically. "So today, I'm gonna' show you around. But first we have to stop to go grab a couple of my friends." Danny said. "Okay." I said, unsurely. "You'll be the only chick!" Danny said. "Okay...I used to that!" I said.

We walked towards a red brick house. It had a flower bed, a giant driveway and a bug repelled porch. We walked onto the porch. I found a chair and sat down. Danny went and rang the doorbell. "Joseph, Nicholas Garbo's here!" a lady said. Two boys came to the door. One had messy curly hair and the one that caught my eye was the one with the straightened long hair. "Yo, Garbo!" the one with curly hair said. "Hey Nick, Joe." Danny greeted. "What up?" Joe, I guess asked. "Well, I wanted to know if you want to help me show my new foster sister around." Danny said. "She cute?" Joe asked. "Look for yourself!" Danny said, gesturing to me. Joe opened the door and looked at me...more like gazed at me! "Hi...I'm J-j-joe." Joe stuttered. "I'm Mitchelle." I said. "Mitchie for short." I added. Nick made a face at me. I think it was because my piercings were showing. I had my ears pierced four times, I had my belly button pierced and my nose pierced. "Yo, I'm Nick." Nick introduced. "So you wanna' help out?" Danny asked. "I'll pass! No offense Danny!" Nick said, making his way into the house. "Joe?" Danny asked. "I'll help!" Joe said.

We began walking around the neighborhood. "Okay so why did everyone call you Garbo, Danny?" I asked. "Oh...that's his nickname. Everyone knows him as that." Joe said. "oh." I said. "He's the bassist in my band!" Joe said. "You have a band?" I asked. Joe nodded. "It's kinda famous. Don't you reconize me?" Joe asked. I shook my head. "Maybe this'll jog up your memory...ou...this is an SOS don't wanna' second guess this is the bottom line it's, true! I gave my all for you now my heart's in two and I can't find the other half. It's like I'm walking on broken glass, you'd better believe I bled, it's a call I'll never get!" Joe sang. That was the song I heard on Radio Disney yesterday! He was the lead singer. "So what's the band called?" I asked. "The Jonas Brothers." Danny...uh...Garbo replied. "oh." I said.

August 2

Days in foster care: 2

Dear Journal, Today my foster brother, who's a year younger than me, showed me around the neighborhood. he invited his friend Joe to come along. Joe's really cute. I felt sparks fly when we were introduced to eachother. On the radio yesterday I heard Joe's band. He's a famous Rockstar!!! Who couldn't love one? lol. My foster brother's the bassist in Joe's band...his name is Danny, but he's known as Garbo! Weird name, sounds like: "Gumbo!" lol. Tomorrow I go to see my foster mom in her office. As I said, she's a psychologist! She's gonna' analyze me and tell me what I should do to my life. But yeah, I'll totally listen to her! (what-ev!) Back to the Joe subject. He's really cute and down to earth and funny, and tall(ish). he's down to earth for one of those rockstar dudes. His brother, Nick isn't so down to earth. When he saw me he gave me a glare! He's so into himself that he couldn't be seen hanging out with me! I'm cool! Right? I'm not so sure if I'm cool anymore. *sighs* L8rz!

Mitchie!

I here with JB layin' it down c'mon boys bring the chorus around!! God I love that part in Burnin' up!! lol Who's got feedback?!